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CHAPTER SIX-3
Supposing the new occupier did not think that they were good enough and then sent them away. ‘I must find out where they are and what is now happening,’ Sheila thought frantically. Because she was so frightened that she might lose them and that would be disastrous, she ran downstairs to her office and started to write to Wilkins. She told him about how she had met a Scotsman at luncheon and he had said that he was having a large party next weekend to which everyone would bring their horses. “I am worrying about you and Mrs. Wilkins,” she wrote. “I would hope that the Scotsman has given you enough help to run the house properly as you have always wanted it to be. At the same time it has been with the Rosswoods for centuries and I find myself resenting the fact that he is now in comman
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