CHAPTER FIVE“My son tells me that you were married this morning. I cannot pretend that I am pleased at this news, but I shall do my best to accept the inevitable. You will understand that it has been rather a shock to me.”
Lady Coleby spoke levelly with no other emotion in her voice save that of an icy coldness.
Fenella felt shabby and ill at ease and she knew that Raymond and Moo were affected similarly by the grandeur of her husband’s home and by the proud unbending air of its chatelaine.
Simon was the only one of the party completely at his ease.
He had exclaimed with delight as they approached Wetherby Court, commenting on its ancient architecture, on the swans moving slowly and gracefully on the silver surface of the moat that surrounded the house and on the heraldic stone newels
