CHAPTER THREE“We have done it!” Charlotte cried as the Private train started off from a side platform at Brilling, which was the nearest Station to Storrington Castle.
“So far, so good,” her brother said quietly.
His eyes were on Alana and, as she sat opposite him in one of the comfortable armchairs that the drawing room carriage was furnished with, he was thinking that she was even lovelier than he remembered.
This was not surprising, because Alana, in one of Charlotte’s travelling gowns, looked very different from the way she had in Church, wearing a dress that she had made herself and a cheap little bonnet trimmed only with ribbons.
As Charlotte had said, Richard was a good organiser and had arranged everything they did down to the last detail.
“We must take no chances,” he had sai
