Sandra knew that, as her boxes had to be unpacked and she would doubtless after her journey require a bath, she would have to start dressing right away if she was to leave with them for the Marine Pavilion.
Then, as the Princess’s bedroom door closed behind her, she quickly ran down the stairs and went into the library.
The Earl was still there and he was standing at the window gazing out to sea, a glass of champagne in his hand.
He turned his head as she came into the room and looked at her with what she thought was an air of surprise.
“May I speak with you, my Lord?” Sandra asked a little breathlessly.
“What is it?”
“As the Princess has arrived so – unexpectedly, and – as I feel I will make an – extra guest at His Royal Highness’s party, I think it would be – correct for me to stay
