CHAPTER ELEVEN
Hugo, breakfasting at his usual hour of seven o’clock, rose to his feet as Isabella came into the room. She looked pale and there were dark circles under her eyes.
“How could I sleep?” she answered the unspoken question in his eyes. “I have lain awake, wondering what could have possibly happened to that unfortunate child and, when I rang for my maid, she told me that you were downstairs and that Sebastian had not been home all night. Where can he be?”
“I haven’t the vaguest idea,” Hugo answered. “But will you not sit down and have something to eat?”
Isabella shuddered.
“I should choke if I tried to swallow a mouthful, but you can give me a cup of coffee if it pleases you.”
Hugo rang the bell and commanded a footman to bring fresh coffee. Isabella moved restlessly towar
