“Manville Park is a very lovely place,” Candida said. “Nothing and nobody should ever spoil that loveliness.”
She was thinking of Lais as she spoke. Tonight, she thought, was the last time she need ever see that cruel horrible woman and she felt that she would have been afraid to go downstairs and face her had she not known that Lord Manville was there and that they loved one another.
She could hardly realise now what had happened that afternoon. He had held her in his arms and he had kissed her. She often wondered what it was like to be kissed by a man and now she knew. She remembered how his lips had touched hers at first gently and then become stronger and more possessive.
It was as if he drew her heart between her lips and took it into his keeping. And that, she thought, was exactly
