The expression on his face made her look up with a sudden sense of horror and what she saw made her draw in her breath with a sudden, audible gasp. The door of her father’s room was open and light was streaming forth from it on to the passage at the top of the stairs. For just one second Lizbeth watched it, fascinated. Then into the passage came first her stepmother holding a silver candlestick in her hand, and behind her Sir Harry with his night-cap on his head and also carrying a candle.
Catherine wore a peignoir of white silk over her nightgown and her hair was in two long plaits on either side of her face. Her eyes were dark and spiteful, her lips were smiling as if she was delighting in the scene that was about to take place. It was enough for Lizbeth to look at her to know who had b
