CHAPTER FOURThey went home, but they were not alone.
They had given a lift to someone who had asked if she could go with them in their carriage as she lived only three doors away.
“My coachman has a very bad cold,” she said. “I am so worried that it will turn into influenza that I sent him home. I told him I was sure that someone would give me a lift.”
“We are delighted to have you with us,” Elizabeth said. “It would have been very unkind to keep anyone with a cold up so late.”
“That is what I was thinking,” their friend replied. “I am really grateful that I don’t have to hire a carriage which at this time of night would be a very dilapidated one driven by a very nasty driver.”
Colena laughed, but she noticed that Elizabeth was very quiet.
She wanted to ask her what the matter was.
