“Oh, there will be plenty of room in the carriage,” Lord Springdale replied casually. “I am sure your servants will put it in the back. Let me help you down the steps. It is very dark tonight and there is no moon.”
He took her hand as he spoke.
She knew from the pressure of his fingers that he was pleased with her appearance and the way they were leaving without anyone to say goodbye to or to ask where they were actually going.
In fact as the carriage door was closed by a footman and the horses started off down Park Lane, Mellina gave a little cry of delight,
“We have done it! We have done it! We have got away without anyone bothering us or having the slightest idea where we are going.”
“That is just what I hoped you would say,” Lord Springdale replied. “The yacht, on my instructions,
