Chapter SixCharisa rose earlier than usual.
And when she went into the breakfast room, there was nobody there.
The servants did not wait at breakfast and she knew, therefore, that she had the room to herself until her father appeared.
She quickly filled her basket with even more of the cold dishes than she had done yesterday.
She had just put two rosy peaches into the basket and slipped it under the table as she had the day before when her father came into the room.
“Good morning, my dearest,” he began. “We are the first as usual and I suggest that we go riding again before anyone in the party joins us.”
Charisa was aware as he spoke that he had taken a dislike to Gervais’s French guests and she had thought at dinner that he was looking at them disapprovingly.
Despite the blandishme
