CHAPTER SEVENVerena was very downcast for the first ten miles of the journey to London that she could hardly bring herself to reply to Miss Richardson’s conversation and, when spoke of the General, she began to weep.
Almost at once she made an effort to regain her self-control, but the atmosphere inside the landau was lugubrious in the extreme until Miss Richardson in her calm, matter-of-fact voice remarked,
“I never thought, Verena, to find you so poor-spirited!”
“I have no wish to go to London.”
“Then indeed I wash my hands of you,” Miss Richardson declared. “You used to have a good sense of adventure and to be prepared to meet difficulties with a smile and make an effort to overcome obstacles. You are certainly not the same girl who had three falls in trying to leap a five-barred ga
