It had been a perfect day!
As though Caroline had voiced the thought out loud, Mr. van Houben said, âI should have liked to take you out to dinner, but I have several appointments this evening.â
âYou have given me more than enough of your time.â Her gray eyes, with their incredible lashes, stared up into his face. âIâm most grateful.â
âGood night, Caroline.â
âGoodbye, Mr. van Houben.â
It really was goodbye this time. He drove away, and Caroline went into the house, wanting to be alone. She had discovered something, and she was trembling with the discovery. She had just said goodbye to the man she loved.
CHAPTER ONE
THE thin spring sunshine had little warmth and the pale blue sky looked cold, but together they turned the row of old gabled houses into a charming picture. They faced a narrow canal, tree-lined, the water dark, the arched bridge at its end leading to a street busy with traffic.
The girl walking along the narrow pavement paused to look about her and then, studying the street plan she was carrying, hitched the small package she held under one arm and crossed the narrow street to stand under the budding trees and study the houses opposite.
They were impressive, two and three storeys high with small windows in their various gables, heavy front doors with fanlights above them and with a double flight of steps leading to the door. Some of them had numbers on their walls; one or two had a coat-of-arms carved in stone above the fanlight.
Satisfied, she crossed the street again and mounted the steps of a tall house with high wide windows on each side of its door and an impressive gable, and thumped at the heavy knocker.
The man who opened the door was old, very thin and very upright with a fringe of white hair and pale blue eyes. He was dressed neatly in a black alpaca jacket and striped trousers and he addressed her in civil tones but, unfortunately, in Dutch.
She held out the packet she had been carrying. âIâm sorry, I donât understand Dutch. This is for Mr van Houben, from Corinna.â
The elderly face slowly wrinkled into a smile. âI will see that he receives it, miss. Do you wish to give your name?â
âNoâno, thank you. Corinna asked me to deliver it here since I was coming to Amsterdam.â She smiled nicely. âHow very well you speak English.â
He gave a grave inclination of the head. âThank you, miss.â
âWell, goodbye.â She smiled again and went down the steps. She ran down on to the bottom one as a dark blue Bentley drew up. She turned her head to look at it, took a step which wasnât there, and fell in an untidy heap on to the pavement.
She wasnât hurt, she assured herself, and then said so to the enormous man crouching beside her. âSo silly of me,â she added politely.
He took no notice of that. âArms and legs all right?â he asked, and it seemed perfectly natural that his English should be as good as her own. âYou have a graze on your armâany pains anywhere?â
When she said no, he heaved her gently to her feet, dusted her down and urged her back up the steps.
âIâve just been there,â she told him. âThereâs no need to bother anyoneâIâm quite all rightâ¦!â
He had bright blue eyes in a handsome face dominated by a powerful nose. He studied her now, standing on the step by the door. âYou need a wash and your hair could do with a comb.â His voice was impersonal but kind.
The colour came into her face, made pale by the shock of falling. A pretty girl, she reflected bitterly, could get away with that, but she couldnât, she hadnât the looksâa small tip-tilted nose, a wide, generous mouth and a great deal of light brown hair didnât amount to much, although her eyes were beautiful; grey, thickly fringed. She held her tongue and allowed herself to be ushered back up the steps and into the house.