As she travelled down Park Lane, she glanced at the house on the other side of it and saw that Lord Rothingham’s mansion was not nearly so fine in appearance.
It was larger, built of dark grey stone, but there was something slightly forbidding about it, while the Grecian portico of Wayne House gave it a lightness and an elegance which was a complete contrast.
The two gardens adjoined and Araminta thought with a smile of the rivalries that existed between the two distinguished owners.
‘Supposing Lord Rothingham’s dinner is considered better than the Marquis’s,’ she thought, ‘will I be asked to produce an even more superlative meal?’
It might go on indefinitely and, if her fee was doubled every time, she would soon be as rich as her employers!
It was an amusing thought and Araminta was
