Because she did not wish Lord Ravenscar to know how disappointed she was that he would spend the day away from home, she said lightly,
“Actually, Caryl and I had planned a picnic today down by the lake. It is so beautiful there and we thought one of the servants could carry our luncheon down for us and bring it back later.”
‘That is a very good idea,” Lord Ravenscar said. “It is what I remember doing when I was a child.”
“So Mrs. Fellows told me.”
“So it is traditional once again,” he smiled. “We cannot get away from it, can we?”
“I have no wish to do so,” Romara said softly.
The butler stopped beside Lord Ravenscar’s chair.
“Can Mr. Arkwright speak to you for a moment, my Lord?”
“But of course!” Lord Ravenscar replied. “Tell him to come in.”
Mr. Arkwright entered the room.
“Good
