Carina did not answer, but quickened her pace a little.
‘There is something about him,’ she thought, ‘that is utterly and completely repulsive.’
She had felt it last night when she might have been a little imaginatively unbalanced, but she was feeling it again here in the sunlight.
“I told you that you were pretty,” Sir Percy said thickly, “I am not certain that the expression should not be ‘beautiful’. A beautiful Governess, whoever heard of such a thing?”
Carina looked at her watch, which was pinned on her white blouse inside her coat.
“I have to take – Dipa and I have to see – Lady Lynche,” she stammered. “And it is time we were going in.”
“The Dowager will not be ready for you before twelve,” Sir Percy retorted. “Why should you run away from me?”
“I am not,” Carina protested unt
