But he returned alone, with a face of flint. He met Heather’s attempts to talk with courtesy, but it was clear that he’d built a wall around himself. He stayed only long enough for a word with Baptista, before driving away to his home in the mountains, and remaining there.

‘What’s the matter with him?’ Heather stormed to Renato. ‘It was as good as settled.’

‘I’m as taken aback as you are. Only a few days ago he was set on marrying her. He told me so. But then he made this discovery, and it changed everything.’

‘Talk to him, for pity’s sake!’

‘I have no influence with Bernardo. We had different mothers, and that matters. We have a saying in Sicily. “A man’s mother is his soul. If he loses her, he will never find her again.” Bernardo feels that if he marries Angie he will lose his soul.’

‘Then he’s a fool,’ Heather said fiercely.

‘We’re all fools about the one woman who matters.’

‘How would you know?’ she asked scornfully. ‘No woman has ever mattered that much to you.’

‘True. And when I watch my brothers I’m glad of it.’

‘Yes, you protect yourself from being hurt, don’t you?’ She sighed. ‘Well, you’re probably wise. I must try to learn your way. I think it has a lot to be said for it.’

‘No, don’t do that,’ he said unexpectedly. ‘It would make you less than yourself, and you mustn’t be. These last few days you’ve been stronger than any of us.’

She shrugged. ‘That’s because I’ve lost the power to feel. It’s a great advantage. You know yourself how convenient it makes life. We’re the lucky ones, Renato. We won’t suffer as Angie and Bernardo are doing. Other people, yes, but not us.’

He took her arm to stop her turning away. ‘Whatever you do, don’t become like me.’

His fingers were touching her bare skin, but she felt no reaction. How ironically now she recalled the flashes of desire for him that had tormented her before the wedding. All gone now. Dust and ashes. Like her heart.

‘But you’re the way to be,’ she said lightly. ‘I envy you.’

His grip tightened. ‘Why, because you think I’ve lost the power to feel? You’re wrong. Sometimes I wish-’ She felt the tremor that passed through him. He released her.

‘No matter,’ he said curtly. ‘I’ll talk to Bernardo, but it won’t do any good.’

The day after her return from hospital Baptista summoned Renato and Heather to her presence, like a queen granting an audience.

Heather was reluctant to attend. She was in a strange mood. After several nights of sleeping badly, the armour of unfeeling calm that had protected her so far was beginning to crack. Through the weak places she could glimpse the storm of misery and anger that would overtake her if she gave it a chance.

Worse still were the moments when everything seemed bitterly funny. If she gave way to those she knew she would collapse in wild, uncontrollable laughter. But she mustn’t let that happen, so she buckled the armour on more firmly than ever, and hoped for the best.

Baptista had left her bed and was reclining in state on a sofa in her grand sitting room. She looked them both over as they appeared before her, taking up positions at some distance apart.

‘We can’t leave things like this,’ she announced. ‘It’s all been handled very badly.’

‘Perhaps Lorenzo should be here,’ Renato suggested.

‘Lorenzo is the past. It’s the future that concerns me.’

‘We know what that has to be,’ Heather told her. ‘I’ll return Bella Rosaria to you-’

‘That must wait. If you give it back in the same tax year as I gave it to you, we run into all sorts of problems. We haven’t yet discussed what happened in the cathedral.’

Heather took a sharp breath. ‘How can there be anything to say? It’s over.’

‘Over? When such an insult was offered you by my family?’

‘That “insult” talk is old-fashioned-’ she protested.

‘And Sicily is an old-fashioned place, even now. If such a thing had happened to me my father would have shot the man dead. And there wouldn’t even have been a trial.’

‘Well, I’m not going to start shooting,’ Heather declared. She was trying to lighten the atmosphere, but she couldn’t resist adding, ‘Not Lorenzo, anyway.’

‘I sympathise with your feelings, my daughter,’ Baptista said, giving Renato a look that would have frozen the blood of a less courageous man. He met it with a grimace in which affection was mixed with hearty respect. It amused Heather to realise that, however he treated anyone else, Renato trod very carefully with his mother.

‘Lorenzo and I have already met and declared a truce,’ she said.

‘And I’m grateful, but that isn’t the end of the matter. You have been injured by my family, and you cannot be allowed to suffer.’

‘Well, if Renato uses his influence with Gossways to restore me to the training programme, I won’t have suffered.’

Renato frowned. ‘And that’s really your idea of recompense?’

‘It’ll put me back where I was before you entered my life,’ she said firmly. ‘I’ll be able to pretend you don’t exist. In other words, the perfect solution.’

‘Thank you!’ he snapped.

‘Don’t mention it.’

‘It’s not enough,’ Baptista said. ‘There is the dishonour.’

‘But I told you, Lorenzo’s actions can’t dishonour me.’

‘They can dishonour his family,’ Baptista said, so fiercely that Heather was startled. ‘He insulted you, and the whole family will bear the shame of it until we have made amends.’

‘I won’t marry him now.’

‘Certainly not. But I have another son. I agree he’s done little to recommend himself to you, but Renato is to blame for this and Renato must put it right.’ Baptista spoke in her most regal manner. ‘Your marriage should take place immediately.’

There was one moment’s total, thunderstruck silence. Heather tried to speak but couldn’t. The control she’d struggled for was slipping away, releasing the crazy laughter that had been fighting to get out. She gave a choke and turned aside swiftly with her hand over her mouth. But it was useless. A bubble was rising inside her, shooting up until it reached the outside world in peal after peal of mirth. The whole thing was mad. It could only have been imagined in this society that followed its own rules and cared for no other.

‘I’m sorry,’ she gasped at last, ‘but that’s the funniest thing you could have said. Me? Marry Renato? A man I can’t endure the sight of? Oh, heavens!’ She went off into another paroxysm.

Renato regarded her with hard eyes. Then he began to speak in a low, outraged voice. He spoke in Sicilian and Heather couldn’t follow it, but she managed to pick out the words for ‘crazy’, ‘unbelievable’ and something that she guessed meant ‘not in a million years’.

‘That’s just how I feel, too,’ she told him. ‘Oh, dear! Don’t get me started again.’

‘In my day a young woman knew better than to laugh at an eligible match,’ Baptista said with haughty disapproval.

‘But Renato isn’t an eligible match,’ Heather pointed out when she’d managed to calm down a little. ‘One, he doesn’t want to marry anyone. Two, he doesn’t want to marry me. Three, hell will freeze over before I marry him. It’s out of the question.’

‘It’s good sense. You came here to marry a son of this house, and that’s what you must do. Then things will be right again.’

‘They’d be very far from right,’ Heather said desperately. ‘I don’t know how you can have thought of such a thing-the last man in the world I’d ever-’

‘The feeling is mutual,’ Renato said coldly. ‘Mamma, I have the greatest respect for you, but you must forget this idea.’

‘Your feelings don’t enter into it,’ Baptista told him firmly. ‘You have injured a decent young woman, and must make reparation.’

‘One phone call to Gossways will do that very nicely, thank you,’ Heather said crisply.

‘I’ll make it at once,’ Renato declared. ‘Plus I’ll pay all your expenses for your trip here and-’

‘Renato, I’m warning you, if you dare offer me money you’ll be very sorry.’

‘I’m already sorry: sorry I ever met you, sorry my brother met you, sorry we welcomed you into our home-’

‘Then it’s a pity you took so much trouble to get me here, isn’t it? When I got up to walk out of the restaurant in London you should have let me go.’

‘If I had, you’d have gone under that car.’

‘If I hadn’t been running away from you I’d have been in no danger from the car.’

‘If you’d been a more reasonable woman you wouldn’t have been running away.’

‘I-? If I’d been-? You have a very selective memory. You looked me up and down like a piece of merchandise, decided that I’d just about do, and awarded me your brand of approval. For which you had the nerve to expect me to be grateful. As for poor Lorenzo-remember Lorenzo? The groom?-he didn’t know whether he was coming or going.’

‘I understood that he proposed to you in the hospital.’

‘Only after your majesty made your wishes known. Then we were all supposed to fall into line, weren’t we? The way everybody always has for you. The way I’m supposed to today. Only you’ve miscalculated now, just as you did then. I won’t marry you, Renato, and you know why? Because after the way you’ve behaved you’re not good enough. And if the angel Gabriel came down off a cloud with a signed testimonial I would still say you’re not good enough.’

‘Indeed!’ Renato snapped. ‘Then allow me to remind you that in Sicily, as, I believe, in other parts of the world, it’s normal for a woman to wait until she’s received a proposal of marriage before rejecting it.’

‘I was simply trying to save time.’

‘You shouldn’t have bothered. Then I wouldn’t have needed to say that I would rather swim the Straits of Messina in lead weights than link my life to a woman who is nothing but trouble.’