Her mother had told her that, when the Duke was in residence, his flag flew proudly from the roof and it was how everybody knew that he was at home.
It had, of course, crossed her mind, not once but a dozen times, that when she arrived the Duke might not be there.
She would then have to beg the servants to allow her to stay for the night or until they could communicate with His Grace.
If only her mother’s letter had been posted, as Lady Margaret had intended!
Josina felt that everything then would have been so much easier.
Instead she now had to explain who she was to a man who, whether he was the Head of the Family or not, might easily resent her intrusion unannounced.
“’Ere we be,” Farmer Giles said as his horse crossed the bridge over the lake. “Shall I set you down, miss, at the
