Faintly surprised by this reception, Philip hugged her whilst trying to peer down into her face. ‘Rose? Whatever’s the matter? Anyone would think I’d been away for a year on active service.’ The dark head moved in a gesture of negation. ‘It’s just that I didn’t expect you,’ she explained in muffled accents. ‘And I’m so glad you’ve come.’ Frowning slightly, his lordship grasped her shoulders and took a step back. ‘You’re upset and you don’t look yourself,’ he accused. ‘What’s wrong? Is it something to do with that fellow Amberley?’ Rosalind froze and then, as naturally as she could, slipped from his grip to turn away as a rapid flush stained her skin. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘Exactly what I say,’ replied Philip grimly as he unfastened his cloak and tossed it over a chair. ‘You needn’t sound so surprised. I know perfectly well that he was here – and for a whole week.’ ‘Yes. He left four days ago.’ Only four days, she thought ironically.
