chapter sevenThe Marquis walked into the drawing room where his grandmother was sitting.
She looked up eagerly as he appeared, but knew at once by the expression on his face that there was no news.
He walked slowly across the room as if he was very tired and sat down beside her.
She was silent and after a moment he said in a voice she had never heard from him before,
“What am I to do, Grandmama? I have looked everywhere! How could anyone disappear so completely? Unless, of course, she really was an angel and has gone back to where she came from!”
He thought as he spoke that must be the only explanation and that Ula was dead.
Every day since her disappearance he had ridden round the boundaries of the Earl’s estate, occasionally encroaching into his woods when he thought it would not b
