When Carmella and the Marquis arrived back at the house, it was just after nine o’clock and, as they walked up the steps towards the front door, she asked a little nervously,
“Shall I – change before breakfast?”
“I am sure you are hungry,” the Marquis answered, “so I should come in exactly as you are, which is what I intend to do myself.”
Having put her gloves and whip down on a chair, Carmella hesitated a moment and then took off the small bowler hat that Lady Brooke had lent her.
She tidied her hair in a looking glass and then, without spending much time on it, went into the breakfast room with the Marquis.
It was not as large or impressive as the dining room, but the sunshine was streaming in through the windows and she saw, as she had expected, a sideboard laden with silver entrée
