Chapter 2“An adventurer!”
Paolina echoed the words and then stared at Sir Harvey in amazement.
For the first time she noticed how good-looking he was – dark hair swept back from a sunburned face, grey eyes that, deep-set beneath winged eyebrows, seemed to be permanently twinkling as if the whole world amused him. He had a firm chin, and his mouth, which curved slightly up at the corners, had a hint of steel about it.
“Yes, I am an adventurer,” Sir Harvey repeated.
“But – I don’t understand,” Paolina insisted. “What does it mean?”
“It means, my dear,” he said with a smile, “that I live on what wits it has pleased God to give me. Sometimes I live well, at other times my wits fail me and I sink to an almost unendurable poverty. Yesterday was one of those times, but today everything is ch
