One, Erlina knew, led into the bedroom and the other into a boudoir.
“Don’t tell his Lordship,” Hignet whispered, “or he’ll be upset at me molly-coddlin’ him, but I be sleepin’ on the sofa in there.”
He winked as he added,
“I’ll stop anybody disturbin’ him.”
Erlina was still.
It had never struck her that perhaps Lady Isabel might go to the Marquis in the night.
She was very sure that it was something that he did not want at this moment.
Hignet was right in thinking that he would guard him from anyone like a watchful sentry.
They reached the Marquis’s door and, when Hignet opened it, Erlina could see a very faint light coming through the slightly open door of the boudoir.
“Miss Sherwood, my Lord,” Hignet announced. “I told her where you’d be.”
Erlina stepped into the darkness.
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