And suddenly Gillian realised how good it would be to rest once more in the shelter of a man’s affection and good comradeship—to have someone to laugh with or to be sorry with. There’s a tender magic in the word “together.” And she, too, had something to give in return—sympathy, and understanding, and a warm friendship. . . . She would not be going to him empty-handed.
“Is it yes, Gillian?”
She bent her head.
“Yes, Dan.”
CHAPTER XXXII
THE EDGE OF THE DAWN
Magda paused outside the closed door of the room. She knew whom she would see within. Lady Arabella had told her he was there waiting for her.
Her first impulse had been to refuse to meet him. Then the temptation to see him again—just once more—before she passed out of his life altogether, rushed over her like the surge of some resistless sea, sweeping everything before it.
Very quietly she opened the door and went into the room.