Angel's Touch
“‘Oh, gracious heaven! Oh, no. Oh, Dawson, what shall I do?’ ‘Seems to me you’d best get dressed, miss,’ said the maid practically. ‘I’ve brought your hot water.’ Crossing to the table, she proceeded to pour water from the jug into the basin. Then, as Verity began hastily to wash, she chose from the meagre wardrobe, with great presence of mind, a chemise gown of floral chintz which she laid out on the bed.
Ten minutes later, her heart hammering and her legs like jelly, Verity entered the parlour.... The gentleman rose from his chair by the window and moved into the centre of the room. It was Mr Leonard Quainton.
‘How do, Miss Lambourn?’ he said pleasantly.
Verity was so much disappointed that it was a moment or two before she could say a word. Fortunately Lady Crossens saved her the trouble.
‘There you are at last, child. Bless me, how long it has taken you. Here is Mr Quainton left with only an old lady’s chatter, when all the time he was hoping to speak to you.’ ‘H-how do you do, sir?’ Verity managed, holding out a hand that trembled still.MoreLess
Ten minutes later, her heart hammering and her legs like jelly, Verity entered the parlour.... The gentleman rose from his chair by the window and moved into the centre of the room. It was Mr Leonard Quainton.
‘How do, Miss Lambourn?’ he said pleasantly.
Verity was so much disappointed that it was a moment or two before she could say a word. Fortunately Lady Crossens saved her the trouble.
‘There you are at last, child. Bless me, how long it has taken you. Here is Mr Quainton left with only an old lady’s chatter, when all the time he was hoping to speak to you.’ ‘H-how do you do, sir?’ Verity managed, holding out a hand that trembled still.MoreLess
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