CHAPTER SEVENMr. Owen’s house was very old and squeezed between two very much larger ones.
As he took Josina through the front door, she was suddenly aware that, although she was dressed as a widow, she was not wearing a Wedding ring.
With a sense of relief she remembered that she had changed the trimming on her bonnet in the waiting room when she arrived and had slipped off the Wedding ring.
It was therefore still in her handbag where she had put it.
She was ready when a minute later Mr. Owen suggested,
“You must tell me your name, beautiful lady.”
“I am Mrs. Musgrove,” Josina replied. “Josie Musgrove.”
She thought as she spoke that these were names that she would be able to remember.
By this time they were in a small hall with a wooden staircase rising on one side of it.
Mr. Owe
