CHAPTER TWOZela was downstairs half an hour before her father the next morning.
She made certain that he was offered all the dishes for breakfast that he really enjoyed.
Armstrong was waiting in the post chaise with two of their fastest horses to take him to the Railway Station.
He had been very gloomy at dinner and Zela had great difficulty trying to coax him to talk about anything and the disaster had clearly overwhelmed him.
Finally, when Zela had gone up to her bedroom, she felt completely exhausted.
She knew, however, that she had won the battle to insist that her father should go at once to Paris and she felt quite certain that once he was actually there he would find someone who would help him.
He knew Paris well and he had been there often as a young man and she thought if no
