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CHAPTER FIVE-2
“I agree with you,” Mellina said. But it is a mistake to tell him so. Tell him we now want to go to the best toy shop in the town.” Still carrying the boy in her arms, she walked to the carriage, which was a little further up the road, and Lord Springdale followed her. When she climbed into the carriage, she still held the boy on her knee. But he had stopped crying and was excited at being in a horse-drawn carriage. Lord Springdale then sat down beside them. He was thinking that Mellina was the only woman of his acquaintance who would not have been in the least worried about the mud on her dress. Or that it was wet as the small boy had been so splashed. She was still talking to him in a soft cooing voice. She was telling him about the yacht they had come in and how when he grew up
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