When she was laid back on the pillows, she said,
“You keep calling me ‘my Lady’. I am afraid there is some mistake. My name is Shaldon – Miss Romara Shaldon.”
To her surprise, Mrs. Fellows hesitated.
Then she said,
“His Lordship said that I could tell your Ladyship, if you asked, that you are in fact Lady Ravenscar.”
Romara stared at her with her one eye in surprise, then decided that it must be a case of mistaken identity.
Whoever had brought her here must have thought she was someone else.
“My name is – Romara Shaldon,” she reiterated, “and I have – never heard of – Lord Ravenscar.”
Mrs. Fellows drew up a chair beside the bed and sat down.
“Is your Ladyship feeling well enough to learn the truth?” she asked.
“Yes, of course,” Romara said. “I am much better. In fact I want to ge
