Chapter FourBelinda put on the jacket that went with her gown and a small hat that would not blow away in the wind.
She came downstairs and saw that outside was the chaise with the two horses her stepfather had taken to London.
Bates had brought her luggage down and strapped it on the back.
George, the groom, grinned at her when she appeared, and she said,
“Good morning, George. How are you? I expect your family was pleased to see you.”
“That they was, Miss Belinda,” George replied. “And ’twere nice to be ’ome.”
Belinda climbed into the chaise and D’Arcy Rowland picked up the reins.
George, who had been holding the horses, jumped up on the small seat behind and they drove away.
Belinda had not said anything to Mrs. Bates or to Bates about coming back.
She felt that, if she admitte
