CHAPTER 33Cicely’s homecoming had fallen very flat indeed. She had braced herself for a scene, and there wasn’t going to be any scene, because Grant wasn’t there. It was the one possibility which had never crossed her mind. There ought to have been a scene, and there were all sorts of different ways in which it might have been played. Grant might have been angry, in which case the sparks would have flown, and oh, what a relief that would have been after bottling everything up for months. Or he might have been frightfully touched and grateful about her rushing back when he was in trouble. An odious small devil-imp c****d a snook at her out of a dark corner in her own mind and said, “So damn likely!” Well then, he would have been angry, or—Cicely didn’t like the “or” very much, because he mi
