Chapter 4Matthew awoke with an aching head the next morning, not helped by the maid opening the curtains to reveal a blindingly white world outside. He had to admit that in the depths of the countryside the snow looked pristine and picturesque. However, the vista also reminded him that he was marooned here, having to face Marley at the breakfast table and the threat of another wretched play rehearsal to follow. He groaned and dragged the pillow over his head.
Fortunately, the object of his wrath had quitted the morning room before Matthew came downstairs, so he ate a substantial meal without the danger of indigestion.
He was finishing a final cup of coffee when Abigail popped her head around the door. “Oh, splendid. Here you are,” she said, her face wreathed in smiles. “We are about to s
