CHAPTER SEVENLord Heywood walked across the hall and into the writing room.
Lalita followed him, wondering frantically if everything that she had planned had gone wrong and now she would lose all that mattered to her in the world.
She closed the door of the writing room behind her and stood looking at Lord Heywood, her eyes filling her whole face and mirroring her apprehension.
She was still trembling a little from her terror of being forcibly taken away by her uncle and she wanted to run to Lord Heywood and hide her face against his shoulder and feel his arms go round her.
Without looking at her he said,
“I think I remember now a General Duncan who lived about six miles from here.”
“That was – my grandfather.”
“He commanded the Coldstream Guards?”
“Yes.”
“Why did you not tell me
