CHAPTER 11They went down the passage towards Jenny’s room. Craig was aware of a release from tension. Imagination played its tricks, and he thought he would have known that Lydia Crewe was no longer behind that closed door on the left, even if he had not seen her turn in at the White Cottage. There was, of course, the fact that Rosamond knew the room was empty. He became aware of how continually she was on the stretch, waiting for an imperious bell to summon her. With Miss Crewe out of the house, she was different—less at the mercy of a rigid code, less shut away from him. And as far as he could judge she wasn’t angry. He had kissed her, and she wasn’t angry.
She walked beside him in a silence which seemed natural to both of them. There was so much between them that was unsaid because the
