“Trevor! Trevor!” she called out.
“I am here, Angela.”
She burst into the room and saw her brother standing at the window.
He was looking out at the Rose Garden, in the centre of which was a sundial.
He turned, held out his arms and she ran towards him.
“You are – home,” she said breathlessly. “And how – exciting. Why did you not let me – know that you were coming?”
He kissed her on both cheeks and then held her at arm’s length to look at her face before he smiled,
“You are looking very lovely, my dearest, in fact exactly like an angel!”
“What are you talking about?” Angela laughed. “I look as I always do. But you look very smart. I am sure that is a new coat you are wearing.”
Sir Trevor appeared a little shamefaced.
“It is,” he replied, “but I must have some decent clothes to we
