Chapter FiveLord Dorrington drew up his horses with a flourish outside the front door of Shenley Manor and stepped down from his high-perch phaeton.
The front door was open and he did not trouble to knock, but walked in and crossing the hall entered the salon.
He found his sister asleep on the sofa. He stood looking down at her and, although he made no sound, she must have realised instinctively that someone was there because she stirred and opened her eyes.
“Hello – Ulric,” she greeted him sleepily.
“I am sorry to have disturbed you,” he said. “Where is Alyna?”
“She is in the garden with the children,” Elizabeth replied. “She has been washing her hair for about the sixth time.”
Lord Dorrington smiled and turned towards the French window.
“How did you know?” Elizabeth asked.
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