Dalma laughed.
It was so like her father to want to help everybody.
Then the guest he had brought with him, who must have been taking off his coat in the hall, entered the room.
For a moment she felt she must have gone insane.
Then the expression on the guest’s face told her that he was as astonished as she was.
It was the Earl.
“I would like you to meet, my dear,” her father was saying, “the Earl of Ravenscraig, who has told me I am the only person who can help him.”
As he finished speaking, Lord Wickham was aware that he was talking to the air.
Neither his daughter nor his guest were listening to him.
They were both staring spellbound at each other, until the Earl blurted out,
“Is it really you? Can it be possible that you are Lord Wickham’s daughter?”
“It’s – true,” Dalma sai
