CHAPTER FOURThree days later, Tamina once again stood waiting in the imposing entrance hall of Daventry House.
It was early in the morning and chilly in the late summer dawn. She was glad of the plain brown cloak she was wearing over her sensible dark fawn travelling suit.
Her long fair hair was twisted up into a severe bun under a very sensible brown felt hat she had bought in a big London store that catered for sensible working ladies.
“The Earl will be with you shortly, Miss Waites,” intoned Cobham. “I have arranged for your luggage to be put in the carriage. You will be driving directly to the docks at the port of Southampton.”
Tamina nodded. She was too excited to reply.
The last three days had seen a whirlwind of activity. She had collected the tickets from the Agency and smiled
