Chapter fourAs soon as the dinner guests had left, Lord Kiniston retired to bed.
He was worried about his own position, but he found himself thinking, as he undressed, of Charis and how strange it was that anyone with her reputation of being a social personality should be so afraid.
‘What can have upset her?’ he asked himself and remembered too how she had seemed shy, not only when she arrived but also when she had gone upstairs to bed.
She was certainly, he thought, very beautiful in an unusual sort of way.
As he was used to sophisticated and very experienced women, he was not prepared for a white skin that hardly needed a touch of powder or lips that had obviously not used the crimson salve with which Lady Lillian and the other women adorned their faces.
He thought too that there wa
