dinner, knowing she would prefer it to the burgundy. She felt herself esteemed, needed almost.

As they took coffee in the library, there was a soft, very soft knocking at the door. He started, and called ‘Come in.’ The timbre of his voice, like something vibrating at high pitch, unnerved Gudrun. A nurse in white entered, half hovering in the doorway like a shadow. She was very good-looking, but strangely enough, shy and self-mistrusting.

‘The doctor would like to speak to you, Mr Crich,’ she said, in her low, discreet voice.

‘The doctor!’ he said, starting up. ‘Where is he?’

‘He is in the dining-room.’

‘Tell him I’m coming.’