“You will write to me every day?”
“Yes, and I will keep a weather eye on Papa too. Goodbye, Mama!”
She kissed her and climbed into the carriage.
Elizabeth took Lilliana’s hand and squeezed it. Her maid, Janet, sat opposite, next to Antoinette. Janet was as fat as a butterball and took up a great deal of room.
“I am so excited!” cried Elizabeth, her eyes shining. “It has been simply ages since I was last in London. We shall have a wonderful time!”
“I do hope so, Elizabeth. At the same time I am so worried about Robert. He will still be stuck out in India for Christmas and I don’t even know if they celebrate it there!”
“Silly, of course they do! Haven’t we, the British, brought civilisation to that Continent?”
“I suppose so,” agreed Lilliana, sighing.
“And think of all the shopping w
