Chapter FiveJemima was scrubbing the kitchen table when she heard footsteps coming down the flagged passage.
They stopped at the door.
“Did you have any luck?” she asked without turning around.
“Only in finding you being such a good housekeeper!” a voice she had not expected answered.
She gave a little cry and turned round to see Freddy looking exceedingly elegant almost, she thought, opulent.
She was then conscious that she looked the exact opposite to him.
Under a large and now rather dirty apron she was wearing the gown that she had run away from her uncle’s house in.
She would not dare, while she was doing housework, to wear any of the beautiful and expensive gowns, still unpaid for, that had come from Bond Street and anyway she had not expected visitors.
She was aware that not
