As she went, she was vividly conscious of his footsteps following her.
The sun was no longer as strong as it had been during the afternoon and Larina realised that it was growing late.
Everything still had that transparent luminance and once they were in the boat she could see that the mountains above the cliffs were even bluer than they had been before.
Wynstan drove the boat speedily, but while they were rounding the island Larina had plenty of time to wonder miserably how she could explain to him and how she could make him understand why she had said what she had.
‘Perhaps I shall be dead before we reach the Villa,’ she ruminated.
But everything within her cried out at the idea that she should die without Wynstan’s lips on hers and without his arms around her.
It was impossible to
