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She then went to the drawing room, realising that it was nearly four o’clock and feeling a little apprehensive of what more she would learn when Fleur arrived. She had not long to wait. Suddenly there was the sound of voices in the hall and the next minute Fleur came into the drawing room looking exquisitely lovely in a gown that was as spectacular as the high-crowned bonnet trimmed with feathers that she wore on her golden hair. “Dearest!” she exclaimed. “How lovely to see you and what a surprise that you should come to London. What have you done with Papa?” “He has gone to Cheltenham.” “You have not gone with him?” “Doctor Yates refused to allow me to do so. He insisted that I was worn out looking after Papa, which is more or less true, and that I was to come to London for a rest.”