“Where is Newman?” she asked breathlessly.
“I will send for him if it pleases your ladyship,” the butler replied. “You will find his lordship and her ladyship in the Silver drawing-room.”
“Who?” Caroline questioned, and without waiting for an answer she sped across the hall and flung open the door of the drawing-room.
To her astonishment she saw three people at the far end of the room by the fireplace, one was her father, beside him was Vane, while seated on the sofa and looking up at them was her mother, her fair hair haloed by the afternoon sun.
“Papa! Mama!”Caroline exclaimed.
She ran across the room to her husband, her face alight, her hands outstretched.
“Oh, Vane, Vane,” she cried. “I was so desperately afeared that you would not have waited for me!”
He gave her a quick glance
