CHAPTER TWO“It is not a joke,” Charlotte retorted fiercely. “Mama – read me the letter – then somebody called to see her and I – snatched it up from her – writing table.”
As she spoke, she fumbled in her sash and drew out a letter that was rather creased.
She looked down at it and said brokenly,
“I – cannot see, you – read it,” and held it out to her brother.
She then turned her tear-stained face towards Shane.
The Viscount took it from her and looked down at the impressive crest on the thick white paper.
Then he read aloud,
“My Dearest Margaret,
I have the most exciting news for you, which seems incredible, but I feel that when you hear what it is you will thank God for such a wonderful opportunity for dear little Charlotte.
I am staying here with Prince Ivan Katinouski and he ha
