I was feeling very nervous, when, with the happy days of the honeymoon over, we started back for London, in my inexperience of all household management dreading having now to take up my position as the wife of an important business man. I was wondering, too, what his sister would think of me. Of course she would be very curious, and I thought rather apprehensive as well as to what 'the shop-girl' her brother had married was like. David had told me she would be at the house in Lowndes Square to welcome us, and had arranged to stay there for a few days to put me in the way of things.
My ordeal commenced when we were met at Victoria Station by a liveried chauffeur in the big Bentley car. I saw the man give me a quick appraising look, but then was very relieved when his face broke into a brig
