*
Dinner was finished and it had been a meal with strange inexplicable silences, interspersed with laughter and moments of shyness when Prunella found it impossible to meet her husband’s eyes.
She was vividly conscious of him looking raffish and at the same time extremely elegant in his new evening clothes.
She was aware that the Indian servants had brought out the finest Winslow silver to decorate the dining room table.
The candles illuminated them both with a golden glow and Prunella felt as if they were taking part in a play that she was playing the lead part in, but was not certain how the third Act ended.
The servants withdrew soft-footed from the room and Prunella asked,
“What did you do in India?”
It was after a pause that was so pregnant that she felt that he must hear her h
