She rose from the stool in front of the dressing table as she spoke and said to Betty,
“Thank you so much. Will you leave out the hat that goes with this gown? It has white camellias on it. I expect we will go driving after luncheon.”
“Very good, my Lady, and if you wants me, just ring the bell,” Betty replied.
“I will do that,” Carola answered.
Mary-Lou was waiting and she slipped her arm through the other girl’s as they left the room.
“There is a staircase at the end of the corridor,” she said, remembering what Peter had told her. “It leads down to the Chapel. It was very convenient in the old days when the Marquis of Broxburne of the time wanted to say his prayers.”
“You’ve got to tell all that to Poppa,” Mary-Lou said. “He’s convinced that compared to us Americans the English are
