CHAPTER TWOWhen Lola was outside, she looked at the card Mrs. Hill had given her to make quite certain where the Marquis of Halaton lived.
It was in Grosvenor Square.
She set off, praying as she went that she would be successful. She was well aware that the Marquis would find it hard to believe, as she looked so young, that she could do such difficult embroidery.
She wondered if she put on her hat in a different way or if she wore spectacles that she would look older.
Then she laughed at herself. What was the point of pretending when he would soon realise that she was not as old as she had made herself look?
‘I must just hope,’ she thought. ‘Otherwise it will be Uncle Arthur and misery!’
She found Halaton House easily on the far side of the Square and, as she expected, it looked very
