CHAPTER FIVERosina spent the rest of the evening in a mood of angry excitement. She had struck a blow for Miss Draycott, and it was a thrilling experience.
Now that she had seen Arthur Woodward at close quarters, she hated him even more than in the past. His ease of manner, his assurance, only made her think of her friend, lying dead.
Fairly soon after their encounter she went to her father’s side and said, so that only he could hear,
“I think we ought to go home. You have a great deal to do tomorrow and if you are tired you will find it very difficult.”
He smiled at her.
“You are quite right,” he agreed. “We must go home. But I have enjoyed coming here tonight and I hope the Earl’s daughter will stay your friend.”
He lowered his voice before he went on,
“I hear they have parties al
