Otherwise her sister would go into one of her tantrums, which had always frightened her when she was a child.
Because she was so much younger and smaller, Doreen had bullied her and she had made Ilesa do what she wanted even if it meant pulling her hair or slapping her face.
Ilesa doubted if she would use actual violence, but she was well aware of what a scene there would be if she told Doreen that she would not support her in telling shameless lies.
Doreen characteristically assumed that Ilesa had immediately acquiesced in doing as she wanted.
“Now we have not much time,” she said briskly, “so you had better go and tidy yourself. I have no wish for the Duke to think that my sister is a country bumpkin!”
Ilesa felt the colour come into her cheeks.
It had always been the same whenever
