CHAPTER TWOTwo weeks later, their London house shut up and most of the servants dismissed, the Duke and Duchess and Sylvia left for the country.
When their train pulled into the town of Norwich, the Belham family coach was waiting at the station.
The coach was something of a shock. The axles were rusty and the carriage caked with mud. The crest on the side of the coach had so weathered, it was barely visible. The driver wore no livery and there was no footman beside him on the box.
The Duchess pursed her lips but managed to hold her tongue.
The Duke put up a brave front as he gazed at the Belham coach.
“A lick of paint is all it needs,” he said.
Sylvia felt sorry for her father, but she could barely repress her happiness at being on her way to Castle Belham.
She had not been sorry t
