Chapter 14

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​⁠Sir Henry was obviously not in the best of tempers. For a mild-mannered and easy-going man, his expression was scarcely normal.

“That fellow was making love to you,” he said bluntly, as soon as the door was closed behind Lessingham.

Philippa looked up at her husband with an air of pleasant candour.

“He was doing it very nicely, too,” she admitted.

“You mean to say that you let him?”

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​⁠“I listened to what