It all seemed so beautiful and so peaceful and she could hardly imagine how she could have possibly stepped into what seemed to her a hornet’s nest.
Her brother drew a letter from his pocket.
“This is from his Lordship’s secretary. He thanks you for your letter and says his Lordship will be pleased to see you at three o’clock tomorrow afternoon.”
“What am I to say to him?” Vanora asked.
“Very little,” her brother replied. “I have already given him a most graphic account of your experience in London and your uncle has written effusively as to how clever you are and how brilliantly you have attended to his library.”
“As the Earl has just come into the title,” Vanora suggested in a last desperate effort to save herself, “surely it would be worthwhile to ask him first if he would let bygo
