Somewhat tentatively she put a little powder on her nose and chin.
Then she reddened her lips.
It made her look, she thought, somehow unlike herself.
At the same time she looked theatrical and she hoped that was what the Marquis would think.
Because she was still flushed from riding, it seemed unnecessary to put any colour on her cheeks.
She ran down to the hall to find three footmen on duty and she asked one of them to take her to his Lordship’s theatre.
“You’ll real admire it, miss, when you sees it,” he said as he walked along the corridor. “Everyone says it be the finest private theatre in the whole country.”
The way he spoke told Angela that he was proud of serving anyone who had anything so exceptional as a theatre
He opened the door with a flourish and, when she looked insid
