It was a girl with whom she had been friends at School, and whom she had heard from only this morning.
She had written her a letter saying that she hoped to see her while she was in London, but she was at the moment laid up having sprained her ankle.
Mr. Ashton was noting down the address.
“What time would suit you?” he asked. “I must tell you that it takes about three hours to reach the Castle.”
Kasia thought quickly.
She was certain her father would leave the house as he usually did at about nine o’clock.
He nearly always had Board Meetings to attend in the City.
“I can be ready by ten o’clock,” she said.
“That means you will arrive at the Castle in time for luncheon,” Mr. Ashton said, “and I will send a groom first thing in the morning to tell Mr. Bennett to expect you.”
“Thank
