CHAPTER SIXWhen Aleda’s breakfast was brought to her in the morning, there was a note on the tray.
She opened it and saw that it was from Doran.
It was quite short.
There was no beginning and she read,
“Unfortunately I have to attend a funeral today and therefore I will not be able to take you, as I had planned, riding in Rotten Row. As it means going to the country, I am afraid that I shall not be back until late in the afternoon. It is disappointing, but I shall look forward to seeing you at dinner,
Doran.”
Aleda read it through twice and thought that once again she had a long day to face with nothing to do.
If she had been in the country, she would have ridden and, if she had been at Blake Hall, there would have been a thousand things requiring her attention.
Instead she could o
