Very slowly Giles’s embarrassment faded, though his utter bewilderment and protesting incredulity remained. Miriam, of all people. The lost love turning up in the last place on earth he would have looked at, if he had been trying to find her. Peeping at him from a window of this seedy make-believe château above the river. How long had she been here? Henry Davenport was not the name that had wrecked his happiness. Or was it? He was amused to find that he really did not remember. Perhaps she had never told him. Her exit from his life, like her re-entry, had been characteristically dramatic. He was delighted to find it so utterly painless, and was both surprised and elated by his own mild cynicism. Meanwhile the others chattered together, a lively set of variations on the theme of the persisting fog, and what it had meant to them all in terms of altered plans. “Not that my wife and I were much put out by it,” Henry said, glancing across at her, where she sat with Phillipa on a wide window seat.
What do You think about The House Above The River?
