Chapter FourAs Diona came down the stairs for dinner she felt as if she were taking part in a Play.
Although her mother had often described to her the beautiful houses she had visited as a girl and where sometimes she and her husband had stayed, it was not the same as actually seeing anything as impressive and magnificent as Irchester Park.
Although Diona’s bedroom was not one of the Staterooms, it was very comfortable and very attractive.
The bed had a round canopy above the centre of it, and the curtains which came from it were tied with silver ropes at each of the four posts.
She had looked round her with delight, and the elderly housekeeper had said in what Diona knew was an extremely disapproving voice, “I understand, Miss, that your luggage consists of only what is contained in t
