“But all is well for thou art with me
“The world is full of only thee.”
sang Flora.
“What is the matter?” said the low, troubled voice of Cuscaden beside her.
Val started violently.
“Val, you must tell me. What is it...?”
They looked at each other.
It suddenly became the thing that mattered most in the world that Val Morchard and George Cuscaden should speak alone to one another.
Regardless of the rain pouring outside, Valeria gently opened the French window behind her.
“Come outside. I must speak to you,” she said urgently.