‘He is tired,’ Anthea told herself, ‘and he probably feels he could not face a scene at the moment.’
She was determined there should not be one.
He might have endangered his health in travelling all that way to Yorkshire and she thought that once again it was her own thoughtlessness that was responsible.
‘I should not have run away,’ she now told herself accusingly.
She lay tense and trembling a little because there was so much she felt responsible for.
And yet, even though she was nervous, it was impossible not to feel that the hard lump of unhappiness that had lain in her breast ever since she left London had vanished.
She was with the Duke again! He was there! She could listen to his voice and he was even more wonderful than she had remembered!
She did not dare ask herself why he
