When the horses then drew up outside the front door, Nanny was waiting to lift up her veil at the back and to hurry her up the steps.
Only as she reached her bedroom did Rocana realise that she and the Marquis had not exchanged one word since they had become man and wife.
“Was it all right?” Nanny asked as soon as the door was closed behind Rocana and she held out her hand on which glowed the golden wedding ring on her third finger.
“Thank God!” Nanny exclaimed. “I’ve been praying no one’d guess you were not who you appeared to be.”
“Now I have to get away without Aunt Sophie realising it,” Rocana replied.
“I doubt if she’ll come upstairs,” Nanny said, “but hurry and I’ve lowered the lace on your bonnet.”
Last night, when Nanny had unpacked Caroline’s going away outfit, she and Rocan
