‘I am too frightened and perhaps too stupid to do anything but just sit here and be humiliated,’ Delysia surmised.
She brushed her hair, as her mother had always insisted she should do, until it seemed to have an electricity in it all of its own.
Then, rising from the stool where she had been sitting, she blew out the candles on the dressing table and walked towards the bed.
As she did so, she heard the key turn in the lock and the next second the door opened.
She stood still wondering what had been forgotten.
Then to her astonishment Magnus Fane came into the room.
He was wearing his smart evening clothes with drainpipe pantaloons, which had been introduced to Society by the King when he was the Prince Regent.
But Delysia could see only the strange expression in his eyes, which see
