CHAPTER TWO
Rosanna was shown into a small upstairs room, which was plainly decorated with a sullen fire smouldering in the grate.
She pushed back the hood of her dark velvet travelling cloak and sank down onto a chair.
The inn-keeper’s wife bobbed another curtsy.
“I’m Mrs. Perks, at your service. Can I be fetchin’ you somethin’ to eat or drink, my Lady? If you’ve been travelling far – ”
Her voice trailed away. Obviously she was anxious to know where the pretty young lady had come from and where she was heading without a chaperone.
Rosanna smiled wearily. She was indeed hungry. She had left London so early in the morning that she had taken nothing to sustain her. She had not wanted to ask her housekeeper, Mrs. Dawkins, for breakfast, because she would have had to explain where she wa
