A Dream from the Night by Barbara Cartland

Author:Barbara Cartland
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781782136446
Publisher: Barbara Cartland Ebooks ltd
Published: 2015-01-27T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIVE

There was a perceptible pause before Felix Hanson said,

“I came in here to fetch a towel for my hand. Look!”

He must have held out his hand to the Dowager Countess, who asked sharply,

“What has happened? What have you done to it?”

“Find me something to put on it,” he asked. “It hurts, I can tell you!”

He walked through the door as he spoke taking the Dowager Countess by the arm and leading her back into the corridor. Their voices died away in the distance and Olinda felt herself relax.

She had thought for one desperate moment that there was going to be a scene which she would have been involved in, but she had the feeling that Felix Hanson was now in command of the situation.

‘Why can he not leave me alone?’ she asked, feeling that every moment she was in the house with him she was in danger.

“How did you hurt yourself?” the Dowager Countess was asking as Felix led her down the corridor.

“I tripped and fell against one of the suits of armour,” he replied. “I can’t think why you have them standing about in the corridor! My hand’s damned painful, I can tell you that!”

“Why did you go into that room?” the Dowager Countess enquired. “Mrs. Kingston asked me to look at the embroidery that girl is doing and I find you there!”

The Dowager Countess’s green eyes were suspicious as they looked up at him.

“What girl? What are you talking about?” Felix Hanson enquired.

“The girl you were so insistent should repair the curtains,” the Dowager Countess replied, “and if she is in the Duchesse’s room, as Mrs. Kingston told me, I cannot believe that you did not see her.”

“I saw no one!” Felix Hanson said firmly. “I went in, as I’ve told you, to find a towel. My hand was bleeding! I opened the first door I came to!”

He sucked at his wound before he went on,

“Of course, as no one was sleeping there, there was no towel nor any water and I think my hand should be washed.”

“I want to believe you, Felix,” the Dowager Countess said.

“And why the hell shouldn’t you?” Felix Hanson asked aggressively. “Good God! If I can’t look for a towel and a drop of water without being cross-examined as if I was in the Old Bailey, life is not worth living!”

He spoke angrily. By this time they had reached the room where he was now sleeping and he walked in first, leaving the Dowager Countess to follow him.

He went to the washstand and poured some cold water from a china urn into the basin and put his hand in it.

“I suppose you have a bandage?”

“Yes, of course,” the Dowager Countess answered.

She left him to go to her own room and, when he was alone, Felix Hanson gave a sigh of relief.

That was a near shave!

He knew only too well how Roseline would have behaved if she bad found him round the side of the bed talking to the little Selwyn wench, let

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