After her mother’s death her father had seldom talked to Salrina about anything except horses, but she knew that she could never forget what she had learned from her beloved mother.
Now it gave her a pain in her breast to know that she could not go home and describe to her mother what she had seen, so that they could talk it over together and she would learn more about the artists than she had before.
She thought, although she was not sure, that there was a Rembrandt, although quite a small one, between two magnificent gold mirrors that she was sure had been designed by Chippendale.
Then, when she was still looking around her, the door opened and she stiffened.
She knew that the man who walked in could be nobody but the Earl of Fleetwood.
Never had she expected that any man could look
