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224 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published August 1, 1990
Small, a little too thin, pleasant-faced without being pretty, beautiful pansy eyes, a thin, delicate nose, a wide mouth and a crown of hair which took her some considerable time to put up each morning.Dutch Doctor Radolf Nauta, age 36. His unfaithful fiancée tossed him for a rich millionaire a decade ago and he’s still keeping a tight guard on his heart. His mother suggests that Sarah would be acceptable to his tartar of a grandmother, who is dying, and needs someone at her side. So Sarah gets extra pay to live in Holland for a while. Actually, ‘In the north, miss, just south of Leeuwarden—that is in Friesland.’
It wasn’t until lunchtime, his clinic over, that the Professor had gone to Miss Payne’s office. He had been there for ten minutes or so and Miss Payne, very much shaken, had had to be buoyed up with cups of strong tea after he had gone.
The need to find her became an obsession but only, he reminded himself, because he felt responsible for her misfortune.
The very least she could have done would have been to let him know that she had left St Cyprian’s. Was she aware that he had spent a good deal of his leisure looking for her? By the end of the performance he was in a towering rage, all the worse for having to conceal it. He sat through supper at the fashionable restaurant Lady Wesley had chosen, his bland good manners masking his feelings.
She was crossing the hall with a loaded tray when the Professor came out of the drawing-room and saw her. Without a word he took the tray from her, carried it down to the kitchen where he dumped it on the table, and walked away again, all the while silent. Sarah found it unnerving.