Pandora’s heart gave a frightened leap.
There was no doubt who her visitor was, but she had not expected him to be here so quickly.
Then she realised it was seven o’clock and if he had arrived back at Lindchester a little earlier than she had expected he would have had time to get here after reading her letter.
“I should have had it delivered tomorrow,” she told herself, but now it was too late.
Mary was fastening her evening-gown.
It had been one of her mother’s that she had altered for herself and she had packed it because she considered it to be her best. She felt too it was somehow right that it should be worn once again at Chart Hall.
She was however well aware that it would seem very simple and perhaps out-of-date beside the flamboyant gowns that the actresses would wear, but t
