Chapter ThreeSorilda realised that she was feeling cold.
When she lit the candles to go on reading, she had drawn the curtains to keep out the moths but had left the window open. Now there was a night breeze moving the curtains and she felt it penetrating through her thin dressing gown, although not until this moment had she felt the chill of it.
She rose to her feet realising as she did so that, although she had forced herself to try to concentrate on her book, one part of her brain was continually occupied with the Duchess and the Earl.
She told herself that it was really ridiculous to be so shocked and yet she knew that the way they were behaving offended not only her sense of propriety but also against an instinct for everything that was beautiful.
It had continually surprised her
