Carrying a velvet wrap over her arm, Loretta went slowly down the stairs and just as she reached the hall a footman came hurrying from the front door to say,
“A gentleman is waiting for you, madame, and asks if you will hurry, as his horses are a little restless.”
Loretta did not stop to think it was somewhat strange that Fabian’s horses, with which she had driven already, had always seemed perfectly trained.
She hurried down the steps to where a footman was holding open the door of a closed carriage.
She could only think it even stranger that Fabian should be waiting for her inside, but, as she climbed in, she found that the carriage was empty.
As she realised it, the door was slammed to, the horses set off and she was forced to sit down quickly to avoid being thrown onto the floor.
