“I’ll find out, miss,” the maid replied.
She left the bedroom and Delysia felt despairingly that perhaps, after what had happened last night, Magnus Fane would go riding and deliberately leave her locked away.
‘How can I talk to him? How can I ever – face him again?’ she asked herself.
But the alternative was to be alone with her own thoughts, which was a no more pleasant prospect.
The maid then came back into the bedroom.
“The Master be downstairs in the sittin’ room, miss,” she said, “and I think he’s expectin’ you to join him.”
Delysia wanted to go downstairs to join him and yet at the same time she wanted to hide from Magnus Fane.
What could she say to him? How could they ever talk about what had happened?
Then her pride, which had always been a very positive part of her charac
