Chapter Three
~June 4~
Diana was sitting with her father as he attempted to eat a little breakfast when there was a knock on his door.
“I beg your pardon,” Mark, the footman said, holding a salver out in front of him.
“If that’s today’s mail, please put it on my father’s desk in his study,” Diana said, beginning to turn back toward her father.
“Now, Diana—”
“No, Papa, you are not going to be bothered by business for at least the next week or so. If there is anything of urgency… Well, it can just wait until you’ve had a chance to see a physician and get some much-needed rest.”
“It’s a note for you, Miss,” Mark interrupted. “I would have waited to give it to you, only there’s a man downstairs waiting for a reply.”
“Oh!” Diana stood up and took the note.
“What is it?” her father aske
