She was hearing their voices, seeing the expression in their eyes, a look, a smile, a sudden flash of understanding.
Could it possibly be true what the Comtesse had said? And then, like a child who was lost in a strange terrifying place, Sheena knew that she was not experienced enough to deny the implication of the Comtesse’s accusation.
How should she know whether Lucien loved Madame Pelayo or not, when she had been all too eager to believe that he loved her?
What did she know of love save the ecstasy within her own heart and the sudden golden glory that had coloured the world when Lucien said that he loved her?
All her new self-assurance, the courage and the little touch of vanity that had come to her when Fifi Fontés had transformed her appearance, fell away to leave her utterly def
