Chapter Five“My wife!” Lord Corbury echoed.
“I meant — that I should — pretend to be your — wife,” Fenella said quickly, a faint colour coming to her cheeks as she realised he might have misunderstood what she meant.
He did not answer, and after a moment she went on,
“Do you not see, Periquine, it is the only possible way to get rid of your friend immediately? She will not want to stay if she thinks you are married, and to make quite sure she goes, I have another idea.”
“What is that?” Lord Corbury asked.
“I will say someone in the house — one of the servants will do - has scarlet fever. It is very infectious and I cannot believe that Madame D’Arbley will wish to run the risk of catching it.”
Lord Corbury stood looking at Fenella for a moment. Then he threw back his head and laughed.
