CHAPTER FOUR
“Mr. May will be with you shortly,” the grey-haired butler told Adella.
“Thank you,” she replied, unsure of whether to sit down or not. She decided to stay where she was, standing on the hearthrug.
The old butler seemed to have forgotten about her already and clicked his tongue in annoyance.
“This sunshine will bleach the colour from velvet chair covers,” he said to himself, looking at the bright rays streaming in through the windows of 82 Dorset Square. He drew the green silk curtains half across, so that the summer sun was blocked out and most of the drawing room was plunged into shadow.
Then he ambled slowly out of the room, leaving Adella alone in her new home.
The drawing room was well appointed with deep comfortable chairs and a sofa upholstered in dark green. A be
