Then he glanced up the staircase after Wogan and laughed as though the conjunction of the lady and Mr.Wogan was a rare piece of amusement.

Mr.Wogan did not hear the laugh, but the lady did.

She raised her head, and at the same moment the courtier came across the hall to meet her.

As soon as he had come close, "Harry," said she, and gave him her hand.
He bent over it and kissed it, and there was more than courtesy in the warmth of the kiss.
"But I'm glad you've come.

I did not look for you for another week," he said in a low voice.