“Just as you say, sir,” the innkeeper replied, bowing obsequiously not only to the Marquis but also to Torilla.
She was taken upstairs and given, she was quite sure, a far more comfortable room than was usually accorded to stagecoach passengers.
‘He is very kind,’ she told herself as, doing what the Marquis had suggested, she undressed and lay down on the bed.
She was so tired after such a frightening night that she fell asleep and was only awakened when the maid brought her a can of hot water at seven o’clock.
Torilla got up quickly, washed and put on a different gown from the one she had worn for travelling.
It was another cheap muslin dress which had been made by Abby and was certainly not the sort of evening gown, she thought, that Sir Alexander would expect a guest of his to wear
