“A great deal can happen in three years,” Prunella pointed out.
Feeling that there was nothing more to say, she walked out of Nanette’s bedroom, closing the door noisily behind her.
When she had dressed, she sent Charity downstairs to ask the Manager of the hotel to come and speak to her in the sitting room.
When he arrived, he bowed politely at the door as Prunella said,
“I wish to talk to you, Mr. Mayhew.”
“I am honoured, Miss Broughton,” he replied. “I am only hoping that you’ve not any complaints to make as to the comfort of your rooms or the service you’ve received.”
“No, indeed, Mr. Mayhew, and you have done everything possible for me and my sister,” Prunella answered. “What I want you to arrange is a Courier and a conveyance to take us to Bath.”
“To Bath, Miss Broughton?” Mr.
