Chapter SixThere was a knock on the door, and when Belinda called out, “come in,” a footman stood there.
“’Scuse me, miss,” he said, “but her Ladyship asked me to tell you that tea’s ready in the drawing room.”
Belinda felt her heart give a little leap.
She was to go downstairs.
“I will come down at once!” she replied.
The footman closed the door and she hurried to the mirror to see that her hair was tidy.
Then she ran down the stairs as if her feet had wings.
Lady Logan was sitting in her favourite chair. A tea table was laden with silver and an amazing amount of different delicacies to eat.
Marcus Logan was sitting opposite his mother and, as Belinda entered the room, he rose to his feet.
“Ah, here you are, Miss Brown!” Lady Logan said in her gentle voice. “I know you have met m
