The Earl gave a little laugh and she went on:
“In the afternoon my aunt was extremely angry because I had not washed some tablecloths as well as she would have wished. She made me do them again twice as a punishment, deliberately rubbing soot into them after I had spent an hour pressing them with a hot iron.”
Pandora drew in her breath.
“It was rather different from being given a Ball at – Chart House.”
Her voice cracked on the last word and she spurred her horse forward so that the Earl should not see the tears which gathered in her eyes.
She told herself a moment later that she should not have complained to him.
She had not really meant to, but it was hard sometimes, especially when she was at Chart, not to resent the misery and unhappiness that living with her uncle and aunt had b
