When he left them, there were no hard feelings and certainly no recriminations.
‘That is the life that suits Richard,’ Meta told herself when he went away to London and left her alone.
But what was happening now was something very different.
Nathlia was very young and, although she seemed sophisticated, she was still, in English eyes, more or less a schoolgirl.
Richard would be twenty-seven on his next birthday. |
He had in many ways been older than his years because he was so clever.
He had travelled a great deal and met a great many distinguished and interesting people.
‘I am sure he could never really be in love with someone as young as Nathlia,’ Meta told herself.
She was, however, a little uncertain.
Worst of all there was the shadow of darkness over both the Prince and his s
