Having breakfasted, she and Johnson went into the yard of the Posting inn, where the carriage was waiting for them.
The footman, as he handed Indira into it, asked,
“Where would you wish me to take you, my Lady, when we reach London?”
As if her father prompted her, Indira gave him the answer.
*
Early on Monday morning the Marquis had said goodbye to the last of his guests and, as they drove away in phaetons, travelling chariots and chaises, he walked swiftly across the hall towards his study.
He entered it to find Charles and Jimmy waiting for him, both of them looking slightly apprehensive.
“I asked you to wait,” the Marquis said without preamble, “until my other guests had departed, so that I could talk to you about Lady Mary or shall we call her Indira Rowlandson?”
The way he sp
