“I think you must be Miss Rockbourne.”
“We will talk downstairs,” Marista whispered, “because my sister and brother are both asleep.”
“Yes, of course.”
He stood back for her to pass him and she went ahead down the stairs conscious that he was following her.
When she reached the hall, she suggested,
“If you will go into the dining room, which is the room on the right, I will ask Hannah to prepare you some breakfast.”
She did not wait to see if he had obeyed her, but hurried to the kitchen with Anthony’s clothes, which she placed on the floor in front of the stove and then turned to Hannah,
“The gentleman who is staying with us is in the dining room. Will you cook his breakfast while I lay the table?”
She hurried back to the dining room where Mr. Tolmarsh was standing at the window l
