CHAPTER SIXAs the carriage came to a stop, Nicholas and Sir Gerald Kegan drew black masks from their pockets and put them over their eyes.
It gave them a sinister appearance, which made Clarinda feel even more acutely than she had before that her self-control was on the verge of breaking and she would scream.
For one wild moment she thought, as she stepped from the coach, that she might run away.
But she knew that Nicholas had not boasted when he had said that he had been a good runner and the same pride that had come to her assistance at The Priory made her feel that she could not humiliate herself by trying to escape only to be recaptured in front of the servants.
“We are early,” Sir Gerald Kegan remarked as they alighted.
Nicholas looked round to see only a very few carriages and a
