Her huge eyes widened and shock flooded her mobile face as she recognised the magnitude of her error. She hesitated at a table for five near to Lord Castleton’s, where sat a middle-aged woman with two girls of her own age.
Horror-stricken, the girl turned, as though to leave the Saloon. But the woman caught her arm, pulling her down to sit at the table.
“Don’t make more of a fool of yourself than you already have,’’ she snapped and her voice was cruel.
Lord Castleton found it difficult to credit her behaviour. The girl must be travelling with her, so why had she not explained what was expected?
He beckoned to the Head Steward.
“My Lord?”
“Who is the young lady who came in just now in evening dress?”
“Miss Justina Mansell, she is the daughter of Lord Mansell, my Lord.”
“Thank you, M
