Chapter Eleven
RebeccaI do end up changing, and then I make my way back downstairs, creeping quietly through the hall and to the mudroom in the south wing. I doubt Auden and Poe would be able to hear me anyway, but the hall and windowed corridors have a funny way of carrying sound, and I don’t feel like talking to anybody at the moment, in case my furtive wank is somehow written all over my face.
In case This Girl Still Stupidly Loves Delphine is somehow written on my face too.
I find a torch and wellies in the mudroom, slip into a raincoat I keep there, and concede defeat to the German shepherd currently prancing circles around me.
“Fine, all right, you can come,” I mutter, and Sir James gives me an answering whine, like he can’t be sure I’ve said yes until the door is actually open
