She remembered how Harry had said that the Marquis had a cough and she found her mother’s special cough syrup, which was made principally of honey infused with two or three special herbs that soothed the throat.
As Anthea had found herself, it swept away a cough almost like magic.
She put the two bottles into a small basket, tied the ribbons of her bonnet under her chin and set off for the Big House.
As she went, she was wondering whether she would have a chance to thank the Marquis for giving her the piano and to tell him what a delight it was.
‘I would like to play for him again,’ she thought.
She found it very strange that he should understand what she was trying to say when she played her own compositions.
No one else had ever understood, as apparently he did, that she was turnin
