Chapter SevenAngela awoke because somebody was pulling back the curtains.
At first she thought that it must be the maid who had failed to read the Marquis’s note.
Then, as she opened her eyes, she realised that it was Trevor.
He came and sat down on the bed facing her.
“I am sorry to wake you up,” he began, “but it is nearly half-past-ten and we are leaving at noon.”
“L-leaving?” Angela asked.
They were speaking in low voices because Mary was fast asleep.
She had moved away from Angela during the night and was sleeping on the other side of the bed, her back towards them.
“The Marquis told me what happened,” Trevor said, “and because I want to take Sadie to Tattersalls early tomorrow morning and so I thought it a good idea that we three should leave immediately.”
Angela did not rep
