She was locked in and now there would be no chance of their being married tonight!
Atalanta put her hands up to her forehead and tried to think.
‘Paul! Paul!’
She felt as though the cry in her heart winged out towards him, begging his help, asking for him to save her. Paul would know what to do! Paul would find a way, she was certain of that!
She looked at the clock, it was half past seven. If William was taking his mother and sister to the theatre, they would dine at the Embassy and leave at about eight o’clock.
After they had gone, Atalanta felt that she would find some way of escape.
In the meantime she was sensible enough to realise that there would be nothing to gain if she felt faint for want of food.
She ate the dinner that had been sent up to her, although she was so agitate
