CHAPTER NINEJeannie gave a light tap on Sylvia’s door and entered without summons. The young mistress was probably still fast asleep, the maid thought. She had arrived home so late last night, well after the Duchess. The whole house had been locked and bolted, as if the Duchess wasn’t expecting her step-daughter home at all.
It was lucky that Jeannie was up and about. It was her first time in London and she was finding it hard to sleep at night with the excitement.
She was in the kitchen making herself some hot tea when she’d heard a carriage draw up outside and someone with a light footfall get out and cross the pavement. She’d gone out on the front steps – in her night-robe and shawl, what would they say back at the castle! – and there was Lady Sylvia, just about to ring the bell.
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