Chapter Seventeen
Madam Has Her Own Ways Of Setting The Pace
I heard the sound of feet approaching; they were not his so they had to be someone else’s, someone who expected to locate me left for their attention in this position. I wondered who they were and what they intended to do with me, the feet sounded light not heavy which meant that the madam of earlier was not approaching me. I waited hoping to see, but whoever she was, I could clearly smell perfume; she did not approach around my head, she reached out with a gloved hand and unclipped my restrain and then she walked back to the carriage.
A madam she must be, but who I could not say, and I was clearly not allowed to see her. She mounted, the carriage rocked, I felt the pressure and forward tilt of the additional carriage weight
