CHAPTER SIXLord Heywood, lying on his bed, was not thinking about the heat, although it was excessive.
Before he climbed into bed he had pulled back the curtains and opened the windows wide. He thought that the heat, which had made it hard to breathe all day, was even worse than it had been before.
His mind, however, was preoccupied with Lalita and actually he was feeling ashamed.
He had been almost thrown off his balance by what had happened and he knew now, if he was honest, that he had taken out his irritation on her.
When he left her in the writing room, he had gone for a long walk in the woods behind the house, making himself unpleasantly hot, but finding it did little to soothe his feelings.
He felt as if a new problem, more insurmountable than ever, had arisen and, although he
