There was nothing more she could do in the bedroom, and she thought that by this time the party would have left the Chateau and it was her opportunity to go downstairs.
She set off a little nervously, but she saw nobody as she went down the main staircase and entered the Sitting Room which her stepmother had described to her as being ‘quite nice’.
It was a great deal more than that.
It was very large, the walls were white, and so were the coverings on the furniture and the carpet.
It was quite unlike any room Tempera had ever seen before, and yet instinctively she knew that it was both right in its proportions with its huge windows looking out to sea and that it was a perfect setting for the pictures which were hung on the walls.
She glanced at them and was instantly entranced on seei
