Then, as she rose to her feet, Selene put her thick cape over her shoulders, while she was searching in a drawer for the black gloves she had worn yesterday for her father’s funeral.
“Now we will go downstairs,” Selene said. “The carriage is waiting and I think it would be a convincing remark if you say when you see it,
“‘What an elegant carriage! It is so kind of you to take me to London with you and I shall be far more comfortable than if I was travelling on my own’.”
“I will say that,” Pandia agreed.
She gave a little chuckle as she added,
“You are stage-managing everything, just as you did when we were children. It was always you who thought up the best charades!”
“I rather pride myself on my organising ability,” Selene said, “but come on!”
“I must go and tell Nanny where I am g
