Ebook Lady Audley's Secret

The door between my lady's dressing-room and the bedchamber in which Sir Michael lay, had been left Open. The baronet slept peacefully, his noble face plainly visible in the subdued lamplight. His breathing was low and regular, his lips curved in a half smile — a smile of tender happiness which he often wore when he looked at his beautiful wife, the smile of an all-indulgent father, who looked admiringly at his favourite child.