Chapter SixJemima rushed along the passage and burst into the sitting room where the Viscount was standing at a table looking down at some piles of sovereigns.
“We have another twenty pounds!” she cried, waving a bag at him. “A whole coachload of people arrived just as Freddy and I were closing up.”
The Viscount stared at her for a moment.
Then he commented,
“Do you know it means that we have taken nearly ninety pounds today?”
He made a sound of triumph and then picked up Jemima under her arms as if she was a small child and swung her round and round with her feet flying out just like a top.
“Ninety pounds!” he shouted. “Jemima, you are a clever, clever girl!”
He came to a standstill, still holding her off the floor and kissed her on each cheek.
Then his lips touched hers.
It was
