‘Where shall I go? What shall I do?’ she asked herself.
She felt a panic rising inside her and then she told herself that perhaps if the Viscount was not rich he would be grateful for any help she could give him in the house.
Big houses usually employed a seamstress to mend sheets and linen and Devona was certain she could do that. But then a seamstress would only be necessary if the Viscount was rich and intended having a large staff.
It all kept turning and turning round and round in her brain.
At the same time she kept glancing towards the drive hoping to see the Post chaise or Hitchin returning.
It must have been nearly an hour later when at last she saw two horses coming between the oaks and knew that it was the Post chaise.
She felt a wave of relief sweep over her and, as the h
