CHAPTER IIIEsther Field sat by the window and fanned herself. They were in the morning-room, which was the coolest room in the house. She had left her knitting in the hall, but the climb up the cliff path had heated her. She was worried too, because after the first shock of surprise she could see very well that Alan had put them all in a very difficult position by coming here. He really had no business to walk in on them like this. The more she thought about it, the less she liked it and the surer she was that it really wouldn’t do. James wouldn’t like it—not after the way Alan had treated Carmona. He couldn’t be expected to, though she wasn’t sure how much he really knew. Husbands and wives didn’t always tell each other everything. Even Pen——
Her thought jerked back to Alan. What he ough
