CHAPTER FIVENanny was awake and was groping for her shawl as Henrietta slipped into her room.
The old lady did not seem to notice Henrietta take the shawl from her own shoulders before handing it over.
“Have you ever seen such luxury as this?” Nanny asked her excitedly. “No wonder that Lady Butterclere has such airs, if she’s to be hostess here. And no wonder that Miss Foss is so determined to marry the Duke.”
Henrietta made no reply and her elation began to evaporate at Nanny’s words.
Her heart sank so heavily every time she thought of the Duke wooing Miss Foss that she was now beginning to wonder if she had pursued the right course in agreeing to come to Merebury.
She had wanted to set eyes on the Duke if only to assuage her burning curiosity about him, but already she felt too much
