CHAPTER FIVEThrough the window Araminta could see a brightly lighted doorway and a powdered footman opening the door of the carriage ahead of them.
“It looks very grand!” she said apprehensively.
The Marquis sitting beside her smiled.
“There is no need for you to be nervous,” he said. “We shall not be seen!’
Araminta did not understand what he meant until, entering the large rather garish hallway, they were shown up a wide staircase to the first floor.
There was a long corridor with doors opening off each side of it. The man who escorted them opened one and, speaking with a foreign accent, said,
“I hope this’ll be to your Lordship’s liking.”
“It will do,” the Marquis said briefly.
“I’ll send the maître d’hôtel to you immediately, my Lord.”
The man, bowing ingratiatingly, shut the
