Chapter fourWhen the Earl had left, Dorina went into the small sitting room and sat down to look at her mother’s portrait which hung over the mantelpiece.
It had been painted by a local artist soon after she was married and, although he was not very skilled in his profession, he had somehow caught the joy, happiness and sweetness that had always exuded from Mrs. Stanfield and which to other people had been infectious.
Dorina looked up at it and then she said beneath her breath,
“Should I have told him, Mama? I felt he would not believe me and would think I was making it up.”
There was no answer and Dorina sat thinking of the strange event that had happened after the old Earl’s funeral.
A great number of Yardes had come to it and it had been arranged that they should have luncheon at t
