CHAPTER SEVENOn the Sunday morning Sheila woke up early.
She lay in bed thinking that today at any rate she need not go to the office.
She decided that she would start the day correctly by going to Church as she always had with her mother.
They had gone to St. George’s in Hanover Square. She loved the Church and had always enjoyed the beautiful singing of the choir.
She felt that it would take away all her constant thoughts that kept roaming towards the Viscount, however much she tried to think of other things.
All day yesterday she had wondered how he was doing with the racing on the Racecourse she knew only too well.
She felt that Angus McLever had had it cleared out and made perfect before he invited his guests to race their horses and take the jumps her father had carefully erect
