It was Cécile who had come back from the grave to save him from the evil machinations of her cousin.
Cécile, who had spoken through the lips of Léonore, Cécile, who had awakened her to tell her where the will was hidden.
For a moment Melita felt very young and too inexperienced to cope with such a situation.
Then she knew that all that mattered was that she should comfort and sustain the Comte because she loved him.
She pulled her riding hat from her head and, going to his side, she slipped her hand into his.
“I have something to tell you,” she said gently. “Shall we go into the garden? I feel it would be easier to talk to you among the flowers and in the shade of the trees.”
He did not answer.
He merely drew her by the hand as if she was a child across the garden lawn to where, sha
