CHAPTER FIVEDriving back from Florence in the carriage beside Mr. Chambers, Susanna held a parcel tenderly in her hands.
She had spent a long time in the shops on the Ponte Vecchio buying a present for Mr. Dunblane.
Finally, after a great deal of deliberation, she had chosen an eighteenth century musical box which played a gay little tune that the shopkeeper told her, the pheasants had danced to in Medieval times.
Now, knowing what she was thinking Mr. Chambers said,
“I am sure that Fyfe will be delighted with your present. He has no family to remember him on special occasions.”
“His father and mother are dead, I understand.”
“Yes, and he has always been a very lonely person despite – ”
Mr. Chambers stopped and did not finish the sentence.
“I am so glad you told me that it was his
