Page knew how to move, she had the body and stature to walk through a crowd as gracefully as an animal would pick its way, in long, cautious strides and seductive steps. The rich auburn hair and sensuous green eyes, fair skin and pointed chin set in a perfect oval face – she was Vivien Leigh as Scarlet O’Hara, Garbo as Queen Christina. ‘She’s a heroine, isn’t she?’ remarked Anoushka, thinking of those women. ‘With all the beauty and all the flaws, and a dark secret she keeps well hidden like most heroines.’ Hervé took his gaze from Page to fix it on Anoushka. ‘Men fall in love with Page for her beauty, her sensuality, because they are unable to resist her seduction of them. We have all fallen into erotic love with Page, and she has walked away when we ask for more. She never gives herself over to men, not even when she is in the throes of erotic bliss. A place she likes to dwell in. She’s a fascinating woman.’ ‘I would like to know her better.’ ‘In what sense?’ ‘Do you always think sexually?’ Hervé laughed, ‘Yes, always.
