Chapter SixLord Locke was waiting impatiently in the hall as Gytha came downstairs.
The phaeton had arrived and he had sent a groom back with his horse with orders for a carriage to come later and fetch her luggage.
Gytha hurried down wearing a black fur-trimmed cape that had belonged to her mother.
She wore a bonnet that she had quickly taken the blue ribbons from and replaced them with black.
She was aware that she had been keeping Lord Locke waiting.
But, when she reached his side, she said,
“Please – I must speak to – you.”
“We can talk as we drive,” he replied.
Sand she knew that he was eager to get away.
He was anticipating that there might be a nasty scene if Vincent returned and he accused him of shooting at him in the wood.
“Please,” Gytha pleaded.
Without arguing he fo
