“Oh, for Heaven’s sake, Tempera, you must see it is the only solution! You can look after my clothes, you can prime me as to which pictures are the best, although why anyone wants all those pictures on the walls I cannot imagine!”
“Supposing the Duke should discover that I was Papa’s daughter?” Tempera said slowly. “Would he not think it very – strange?”
“How is he likely to discover it?” Lady Rothley asked. “You obviously will not travel in your own name, and I do not suppose for one moment that he has any idea that your father had a daughter – he has certainly never mentioned you.”
Tempera rose to walk to the window.
She looked out at the grey sky and the drab, dirty little courtyards at the back of the house.
It had been a very cold, blustery March with north winds and showers of s
