Chapter TwoDriving towards The Castle, Marista felt more and more nervous.
Her first idea had been that she should walk from their own small garden through the Park and into the garden of The Castle.
It was only a short distance that way, but, if she went round by the drive, then it would be nearly half an hour’s walk.
It was Letty, however, who suggested,
“You cannot walk. It would look as if you were a beggar from the village. I will come with you and we will drive to The Castle.”
“In what?” Marista asked.
The phaeton, the chaise and even the brake that their guests’ servants and luggage used to be brought to The Castle in had all been sold to meet the debts that were still outstanding after her father’s death.
Everything that was of any value had long gone, including her mother’s
