She told herself she was being imaginative and, even as she wondered again how much further they must travel, the horse turned in through an open gateway.
There were high stone columns surmounted by carved eagles. Then they were moving up a rough ill-kept drive which was bordered by some gnarled and ancient trees until in front of them, although Perdita caught but a brief glimpse of it, was a large ugly house.
It was built of Greystone, austere and unprepossessing.
‘Why should Nana be here?’ Perdita asked herself. ‘How very odd! And to whom does it belong? Can she possibly have taken another situation? It seems incredible. Nana knew that it was only a question of time before we would be together again.’
Perdita would have asked the Marquis earlier if she might send for her Nanny, had s
