Chapter ThreeFenella came downstairs with her work-basket in her hand and went into the Salon.
She had watched Hetty and Lord Corbury walk across the lawn and knew they were going where they had hidden themselves for the last two afternoons, in the arbour down by the lake where no-one would see them.
She had been upstairs tidying Lord Corbury’s bed-room when she heard Hetty arriving.
She had gone to the top of the stairs and, being able to see without being seen, she had watched a Vision of loveliness step out of the chaise which was driven by a smartly liveried groom.
Hetty was wearing a diaphanous frock of pale blue which suited her fair beauty, and her bonnet was trimmed with tiny rose-buds which also graced the minute sunshade she held above her head.
The whole ensemble was extrem
