“Are you sure of that?” he asked slowly.
“Quite sure,” Sheena said vehemently. “I don’t want to be in love with anyone. I cannot be.”
It was a cry from her very heart, as she thought of Uncle Patrick and the secrets that seemed to shadow her very life – the lies she had told and the trick by which she had gained entrance to the Embassy.
How could she fall in love under such circumstances? And how little he knew, when he spoke of love, that he would turn from her in disgust if she once revealed the truth.
She half-expected him to be angry at her outburst, but instead he was smiling tenderly.
“You are so young,” he commented. “Young and afraid. I think in your heart of hearts you already love me a little.”
“But I don’t,” Sheena answered. “I promise you I don’t. And you are not to make
