''You'll be telling me next they're happy with their lot,'he said. I must phone Fen!''Romilly, darling, you'll see her in half an hour--' ButRomilly had gone. 'Octavia,' he said suddenly, 'I don't know what's goingon in your marriage. And of course Louisewould have told Tom.
But he found seeing the pictures of her everywhere in thehouse, and of Anna who looked so like her, and Charles'adoration of her, his aching concern for her, unbearable. Right inthe middle of telling Fenella this, and that her father wasunable to come to the concert, or indeed come to He had accordingly booked them onEurostar to Paris on Friday night, and into a suite at theCrillon, her favourite hotel. Romilly settled herself on the sofa, next to Serena,smiled across at Ritz.
Join the newsletter to receive news, updates, new products and freebies in your inbox.