Chapter ThreeAs the carriage neared Curzon Street, moving slowly through the traffic, Gilda began to panic.
‘Perhaps,’ she thought, ‘the best thing I can do is to tell Lady Neyland that I came to London to tell her of Heloise’s death and, having nothing to wear, was obliged to borrow her clothes.’
Then the same pride that had made her refuse her sister’s money told her that she was being ridiculous.
To go back and struggle to live on potatoes and vegetables from the garden would be to admit defeat before she had even entered the battle.
She tried to convince herself that this was an opportunity that had appeared unexpectedly to save her and she would be not only foolish but also extremely cowardly if she let it pass her by.
Before she had left the Manor House she had tried to think of
