CHAPTER SEVEN“She is stirring.”
“Step back there, give her some air.”
“Water, somebody.”
Henrietta felt the rim of a glass thrust onto her lips, then water. She drank a few sips and opened her eyes.
She was lying on a couch in what seemed to be the library. Anxious faces peered down at her.
Neither the Duke nor Romany nor Lady Butterclere was there, but she recognised Eddie, Kitty and Nanny.
She glimpsed the Prince of Wales as well, watching with concern from the doorway.
Of Prince Vasily there was no sign at all.
Nanny clapped her hands in such relief as Henrietta struggled to sit upright.
“Thank Heavens,” crowed the old lady.
Eddie hurried to put a cushion at Henrietta’s back.
“What happened, Harrie?” he asked.
“I was out on the terrace and I must have fainted.”
“The first w
