She saw Mr. McKeith’s eyes look at her questioningly and she explained,
“I have no intention of allowing Mary-Rose to go to Scotland and certainly not alone, if that is what you intend.”
Her voice was hot with anger and Mr. McKeith replied quietly,
“My instructions, Miss Windham, are to convey Mary-Rose and her nurse or Governess to Rannock Castle.”
“She has neither!” Fiona snapped.
“Then the obvious person to accompany her there must be you, Miss Windham!”
Mr. McKeith’s statement was so startling that Fiona stiffened and was very still.
Then, as she stared at him, her eyes dark with anger and very wide in her oval-shaped face, he smiled in a manner that seemed for the moment to illuminate his expression.
“I shall be interested, Miss Windham,” he said, “to see if, when the time com
