CHAPTER SEVENLord Wakefield did not return to the house that evening.
Aunt Mary was beside herself with worry as she paced up and down the drawing room after dinner.
Viola sat and read while her aunt tried to distract herself. But as ten o’clock struck and Viola said that she was ready for bed, Aunt Mary became more agitated.
“I shall not sleep until Hugo is back,” she howled, wringing her hands.
“Please, aunt, you must rest. If anything has happened to him, we would have been notified by now,” said Viola, trying to soothe her.
Even though she pretended to read, Viola’s mind had been working hard to find a way to slip out of the house and back down to the beach. She even wondered if she could persuade Markyate to accompany her, but she concluded that he was too loyal to the Wakefields
