Here’s an extract from Mary Stewart’s This Rough Magic (New York: Fawcett Crest, 1964):

“There was a curiously strong and secret pleasure, I had found, in speaking of him as ‘Mr. Gale’ in the offhand tones that Godfrey and Phyllidia commonly used, as one might of a stranger to whom one is under an obligation, but whom one hardly considers enough to like or dislike. Once, as I had mentioned his name in passing, my eye, downcast, caught the faint mark of a bruise on my arm. The secret thrill of pleasure that ran up my spine startled me a little; I slipped my other hand over the mark to hide it, and found it cupping the flesh as if it were his, and not my own. I looked away, out of the car, and made some random remark about the scenery.”