She waited for Isobel to speak, but when she said nothing, she said politely,
“Good morning, Stepmama. I hope that you slept well.”
“It was hardly likely in a place like that,” Isobel replied scornfully.
“I thought it strange that we did not stay, as we always used to do, with one of Papa’s friends.”
Safina paused before continuing,
“I am not quite certain where we are, but he knows a great number of people in the South of England.”
Isobel did not reply for a moment and then she said,
“If you are interested in where you are, we are on our way to Wyn Park.”
“Wyn Park?” Safina declared in a puzzled tone. “Why are we going there?”
“For you to be married,” Isobel replied.
Safina felt that she must have misunderstood her.
“What did – you say?” she asked.
“I told you,” Isobel said in
