Marc, she was hand in hand with Jean-Paul.
Pallas gave them a cold nod. Marc’s glittering grey gaze
rested on the linked hands, then rose and looked at Kate,
contempt an
d anger in his face.
CHAPTER TEN
Pallas spoke first, breaking the silence which seemed to
lock them all together.
“Hallo, Kate—I didn’t expect to see you in Paris!” Then
she bit her lower lip, flushing, as if she would like to
recall the words.
“The concert was very exciting, wasn’t it?” Kate said
with artificial enthusiasm. She felt Jean-Paul’s fingers
growing cold against her own, but he held on tightly, as
though afraid to let go.
“Marvellous! How’s Sam?” Pallas smiled sweetly. “I do
miss him terribly, you know! And he misses me, I know,
from his letters.”
Kate blinked. She had asked Sam only the other day if
he had heard from Pallas and he had said he had not.
She knew her brother too well to doubt his word. He
would never write to a girl unless she wrote to him first.
She smiled, however. “Oh, yes, I expect he does! But he’s
back at college now, of course.” She did not add, as she
could have done, that Sam was dating two entirely
different beauty queens, one a redhead, the other a
statuesque blonde with a Swedish accent and strong
Women’s Lib views of the world.
It interested her that Pallas was refusing to look at
Jean-Paul. He might have been invisible for all the notice