Chapter 7As she heard the iron gates of the house close behind her, Salrina felt that she was being shut out of Paradise.
Everything had gone more smoothly than she had dared to expect.
She had left the house in Berkeley Square, having asked the night footman who had awoken with a start when she reached the hall,
“Can you tell me the way to the nearest livery stables?”
He was still half asleep and, embarrassed at being caught off guard, he had stammered as he said,
“It be the White Bear, miss. You’ll find it just down the road in Piccadilly. Shall I get a carriage for you?”
“No, thank you, I will walk,” Salrina replied.
Apologetically he said,
“I’m sorry I were asleep, miss. I’ll get into trouble if Mr. Danvers ’ears about it.”
Salrina smiled.
“I will not give you away,” she prom
