“I—I hope she’s all right,” said Belinda presently. “D’you think I should go and see?”
Ivan shook his head.
“I don’t think so,” he said.
There was a silence.
“I think I’d better,” said Belinda.
“I—I shouldn’t,” said Ivan uneasily. “Er, supposing you woke her.”
Belinda flitted across the pavement and stole into the room. . . .
Her back towards the window, her shoes in her hand, Lady Cherubic was in the act of stealthily opening the door.
Belinda sank to her knees behind a bureau.
When the door had closed, she rose and turned to the terrace. . . .