Chapter Three“They are magnificent! Superb!” Nolita cried and felt that she was running out of adjectives.
After she and Bettine had eaten an extremely delicious and rather rich luncheon waited on by two footmen, she had suggested a little tentatively that they might visit the stables.
Lady Bettine had been only too willing to take her.
“I will show you the house afterwards.” she offered, “but we must go round it before five o’clock.”
“Why five o’clock?” Nolita asked.
“Because that is when the house party will be arriving. There are always parties here over the weekend.”
“I hope I will not meet them,” Nolita commented without thinking
“I am sure you do,” Bettine agreed. “There will be all the women who make such a fuss of Papa.”
She struck an attitude and made her voice affected an
