‘She reminds me of something,’ Perry thought, ‘but I cannot put a name to it.’
Then, as Sir Hugo introduced him and she smiled, he felt as if she held the sunshine in her strange eyes and her smile was a spontaneous delight that somehow reminded him of his childhood.
“This is Peregrine Gillingham,” Sir Hugo was saying, “an old friend of mine who is accompanying us on the journey we are now taking to the country.”
“To the country, Uncle Hugo!” Lorena exclaimed. “How wonderful! Where are we going?”
“To stay with another friend of mine, the Duke of Windlemere,” Sir Hugo answered, “at his house, which is one of the finest in England. I think you will enjoy seeing it.”
“It sounds very exciting,” Lorena smiled. “But more exciting than anything else is to be with you.”
The porters found Lor
