“Oh, you understand, you really understand!” the girl cried. “And because you have been so kind to me – I want to help you if it is at all possible.”
“It is possible,” the Duke replied. “We are going to drive back to London now and stop at where I know the newspapers are printed and, then when Penelope wakes up tomorrow morning she will have a shock.”
The girl did not miss the note of satisfaction in his voice.
Then, as if he did not wish to linger talking about Penelope, he suggested,
“Now I want you to tell me about yourself. But, as time is getting on, I suggest we go back into the carriage and hurry to London.”
The girl wiped her eyes once again and murmured,
“I will do anything you want. But you do realise that I have come away without a thing to wear and without a penny pie
