Then she remembered the smile on her father’s face when he had come back from his walk with Lord Milborne in Baden-Baden, and how he had bent to kiss her mother before he told her the good news.
‘I am sure,’ she pondered, ‘this is what Papa would want me to do.’
The first footman on the carriage rang the bell of Number 93, the butler opened the front door and Yolanda stepped out.
“I would like to see Lord Milborne,” she asked.
“Is his Lordship expecting you, madam?” the butler enquired.
“No,” she replied. “But will you please inform him that Lady Yolanda Wood wishes to speak with him.”
The butler was obviously impressed by her title, so instead of asking her to wait, he took her across a high-ceilinged hall and opened a door on the other side of it.
He announced Yolanda in a stento
