chapter fiveLooking round the candlelit dining room while the Marquis sat at the head of the table with two glittering beauties on either side of him, Idona felt that the scene must be unreal as if in a theatre.
Ever since she had arrived at Wroxham House she had felt as if she was in a dream and somehow she just walked and talked as if she was a puppet and the Marquis pulled the strings.
His grandmother, the Dowager Marchioness, was very different from what she had expected.
The Marquis had set off from The Manor as early in the morning as Clarice Clairmont condescended to be ready.
After he had driven away Idona found that he had left instructions that she and Nanny were to leave the following morning when a carriage would arrive for them from London.
It was Nanny who was looking fo
