Chapter 12“Lady Lynche by Sir Thomas Lawrence,” Carina said aloud and inscribed the words in her neat upright handwriting on the notepad that she held on her lap.
Then she looked up and smiled at the footman holding the picture.
“It’s less damaged than some of the others,” she said.
“Oh, it’ll be all right, miss,” he answered. “It’s mostly smoke, but those firemen did a power of damage to the tapestries with their hoses.”
“His Lordship must get someone down from London to advise what is the best way to restore them,” Carina said, speaking more to herself than to the footman.
Then, as he waited, she added,
“Put it with the others, will you?”
“It’s the last one, miss,” the footman told her. “His Lordship says the men have had a long day and they can leave everythin’ else till tomorrow
