CHAPTER NINE
Druscilla entered the salon knowing that she was looking her best.
As she had hoped, Rose had left a riding habit behind in Berkeley Square. Druscilla had not worn it before and it would have been far too smart and fashionable in the country.
It was indeed intended only for riding in Hyde Park, but she realised that it became her almost more than anything else she possessed.
Of pale green velvet, the tight-fitting coat was fragged with darker green braid and was fastened with tiny round buttons of sparkling green stones.
Druscilla did not put on her hat but carried it in her hand. High and cone-shaped, it was bound with a floating veil of green gauze that matched the velvet of her habit.
She came into the room with a little smile on her face wondering if she would see a
