Now, because she was alone in the sitting room, she stamped her high-heeled shoes on the newspaper lying on the floor.
She was wishing fervently that she could stamp on Salvia in the same way.
‘Then she must have met him behind my back,’ she thought. ‘Perhaps she waited for him when he left me or, perhaps in some crafty way of her own, she managed to go to London and made his acquaintance there.’
She felt that this was impossible however, because, unless she could obtain a lift in one of the vans used by a shop, there was no way that she could get to London.
She could have asked her father if she could have a lift in his carriage or perhaps ordered one from the grooms.
Marigold, however, was quite certain that she had not done either of those things.
Yet somehow her dreadful cousin h
