“You have still not told me what you want me to do,” Alecia quizzed her.
“It’s quite easy,” Charis replied, “all you have to do is to go to France in my place, so that I can marry Harry as he wants me to do and neither my tiresome old Guardian, nor anybody else for that matter, will be able to stop us.”
Alecia stared at Charis as if she thought that she had taken leave of her senses.
“I-I don’t know what you are – saying,” she stammered.
Charis drew in her breath.
“Both Harry and I think from my Guardian’s letter that, if I don’t do as he wishes, he will be furious. He has given me minute instructions and I am to travel next Thursday, that is in three days’ time, chaperoned by the wife of a Major in his Regiment, who is going out to join her husband. We are to be looked after by a com
