They were soon ensconced in a limousine for the drive to Manhattan under a lowering sky, but Yolande didn’t regret the sun she’d left behind. She was finally back on familiar turf.‘So Corinne and Miles aren’t coming?’‘No. They’re going to see his family in Wiltshire – not that far from Albury House.’‘I suppose it’s my fault,’ said Yolande gloomily.‘Of course it isn’t.’ Grace hugged her. Something was obviously going badly awry with Patrick. She’d never seen her youngest daughter looking so forlorn before.‘Have you met Miles yet?’‘Yes, on New Year’s Eve. Corinne was extremely coy about it all. He’s a lovely guy. I don’t know why she was holding off. Everything seemed to move once Philippe went back to France.’‘Well, she must have got Philippe out of her system at last. I suppose it was because of his daughter.’‘His daughter!’Yolande explained it all without mincing her words. Her mother was staggered. On the two occasions she’d seen Philippe just before he left New York, he hadn’t given the least hint of being anything other than fancy-free.
