CHAPTER SIXElfa awoke as the maid pulled back the curtains of her bedroom, but before she could begin to think of what had happened last night the woman said,
“His Grace’s compliments and he asks Your Grace to be ready at eleven o’clock to leave for the country.”
Elfa gave a little start and sat up in bed.
“Did you say – the country?”
“Yes, Your Grace, and your breakfast’s comin’ up now.”
The maid went to the door as she spoke and brought in a tray of Elfa’s breakfast.
When she had set it down beside the bed, she started to tidy the room while Elfa stared at the shining coffee pot, the covered dish and the exquisite porcelain as if she had never seen it before.
So they were going to the country and that meant the Duke would not see the Countess of Walshingham as arranged.
Not knowi
