‘This is a real adventure!’ Lara told herself.
She was saying the same thing as the Hackney carriage stopped at Keyston House.
It looked very impressive with its porticoed front door standing back from Park Lane and with a high wall enclosing what Lara guessed was a garden filled with trees at the back of it.
‘It must be lovely to be so rich that you can afford to keep up a huge house in the country and another in London,’ she thought.
The cabby obligingly stepped down to ring the bell and almost immediately it was opened by a footman in a very smart livery of dark blue and yellow with large silver buttons bearing the Marquis’s crest.
By this time the cabby had lifted her trunk from the front of the carriage and Lara saw the footman staring in surprise at what was obviously an unexpec
