The Viscount found it almost impossible to believe what he was hearing.
And there were undoubtedly red marks on the girl’s face and the soft cultured voice she was speaking in made it difficult to believe that she could be lying.
They drove on for some moments in silence.
Then the Viscount said,
“Have you someone to stay with in London? You are surely not running away without being aware of how dangerous it could be for you.”
“I am going to find an old Governess of mine,” the girl replied. “She has retired and I have her address even though I am not certain – where it is. I know, unless she has died, that she will take me in.”
“If you are a cousin of Marigold’s, surely they will be horrified at you disappearing?” the Viscount questioned.
“I don’t suppose anyone that will worry about
