And heavily tasselled curtains prevented the sunshine from coming in through the windows.
In contrast the rooms at Locke Hall had been bright with the light not only from the crystal chandeliers, but from the white walls picked out in gold.
The painted ceilings, decorated as Gytha had learned by famous Italian artists, were very different from anything that she had ever seen before.
Everything about Lord Locke was unusual, she told herself.
He was as magnificent as his horses.
Then she saw her cousin Vincent coming in through the front door.
He must have been very eager to obey her grandfather’s summons and he would therefore have stayed overnight with a friend or else at a Posting inn.
He was dressed as usual in a dandified manner.
His coat was cut in an exaggerated style with the
