“How could he have – written to – me?” Olinda asked beneath her breath.
“That’s not all, miss.”
“What else?” Olinda asked, feeling that nothing worse could happen.
“Her Ladyship goes into the salon and his Lordship comes from the Chapel in a terrible rage!”
“The Chapel?” Olinda exclaimed.
“Yes, miss. He had Mr. Lanceworth along there at about six o’clock and you could hear his anger all down the corridors.”
“But why? Why the Chapel?” Olinda enquired.
“Mr. Hanson had it turned into a gymnasium, miss, and his Lordship didn’t like it.”
“I am not surprised.”
“Anyway,” Lucy continued with relish, “he comes straight to speak about it to her Ladyship and he’d have been late for dinner as he wasn’t changed.”
Olinda made no comment as Lucy went on,
“They was shoutin’ at each other in the
