She only hoped that she would not wake up.
Their large amount of luggage would follow with the Viscount’s valet and Betsy, the lady’s maid, who had been looking after Salvia while she had been in London.
“It’ll be a real good chance for me, miss,” she said, “if I comes to the country with you. As it so ’appens, I be a country girl.”
“I thought you must be,” Salvia replied. “We will both enjoy the freedom, the sunshine and the flowers.”
Betsy smiled at her.
Salvia knew that she was lucky in having a country girl to look after her knowing that many of the maids who had stayed at her uncle’s house had been very disagreeable about the dogs barking.
They also complained that the country was too cold and windy after living more comfortably in London.
As the Viscount drove so well and the
