‘I’m going to leave you then, if you’ll allow me,’ Rhodes fumbled a bow and was away on his horse.
Laying her misgivings to one side, Carrie accepted the large iron key Baker offered and put both hands to the task of turning the lock. With a little gasp she felt the two halves of the door part as they swung open.
‘A stable door, at the front! Just as we had at Naulakha! Our house in Vermont,’ she added flushing, embarrassed by the emotion in her voice. She didn’t like revealing so much of herself to a stranger.
‘As a matter of fact, they’re very often to be found out here. Mr. Rhodes likes to keep the original character of these old places: I imagine you won’t object to keeping that style of door?’
‘On the contrary.’ She was looking about her, charmed to find, once inside, that the hou
