Chapter TwoKezia hurried into the breakfast room to find Perry eating his breakfast.
“I am sorry to be late,” she began breathlessly, “but there has been such a lot to do.”
She had been out of her bed since six o’clock tidying the drawing room and she had also put finishing touches to the bedrooms that would be occupied by the Marquis de Bayeux and Madame de Salres.
She had been rather surprised when Perry had said to her,
“Put our guests next door to each other.”
Kezia had raised her eyes.
“Next door?” she asked. “I thought Madame de Salres would appreciate the Rose Room, which, after Mama’s, is, I always think, the most beautiful room in the whole house.”
It was her mother who had Christened the rooms with the names of flowers.
She had tried where possible to have the colours of
