It was the butler who announced,
“Sir Christopher Lawson to see you, my Lady.”
Galina looked round in surprise.
She had been introduced to Sir Christopher once at a dinner party and she knew he was an aide-de-camp to the Prince of Wales.
Sir Christopher, a good-looking young gentleman of about twenty-seven, smiled as he came towards her.
“I came, Lady Galina,” he said, “to see your brother, but I understand that he is abroad.”
“He is in France and he will be sorry to miss you.”
“I am sorry too,” replied Sir Christopher, “as I have an invitation for him and you and your house party from His Royal Highness, the Prince of Wales.”
Galina’s eyes opened wide in surprise.
“An invitation,” she echoed and then remembering her manners, she suggested, “please will you sit down.”
They sat do
