Perfect Passion [antikvár]

CHAPTER ONEAs she glanced up idly, Fay's eyes once again encountered those of a pleasant-looking fair young man seated opposite to her in the compartment. She smiled coolly, leaving him in no doubt that any conversation was out of the question, and averted her gaze to the window. The rugged countryside speeding by was truly beautiful, she thought absently, as she settled into a more comfortable position on her seat. It was almost a luxury to travel by train, after the dirt and madness of driving in London traffic.Her eyes closed wearily, the speed of the train having a soporific effect on her, and she pulled the soft fur collar of her coat up around her neck. She felt tired and rather weakthere was little doubt that she needed a rest, away from the city, away from everything. Although fully recovered from the bout of pneumonia that had laid her up for months, she was still easily exhausted, often tired and lethargic, and had jumped at the chance of a convalescence period at her aunt's lovely country home.The train pulled into a small and deserted country station, and Fay glanced at the name. The next stop would be hers. Good. She was so looking forward to seeing Sophie again.The young man opposite got to his feet, pulling down a small leather suitcase from the luggage rack above his head. He smiled sweetly and regretfully at Fay as he made his way to the door, and she smiled back brightly, thankful that he had not been persistent. He reminded her a little of Samher thoughts turned