Barrowfield.” “Goodnight, Mr. Lynd, and thank you very much for escorting me this evening.” “The pleasure has been entirely mine,” Julius replied. “I only wish we could have had more time together.” There was no doubting the stress on the last word and as he spoke he took Giselda’s hand in his and held it closely. As Giselda wondered what she should reply, he went on in a low voice, “There is so much I want to say to you and I did hope I should have a chance this evening.” Apprehensively Giselda looked over her shoulder at the butler and footmen standing in the hall behind them and at the same time took her hand from his. There was no need for her to say anything – he knew what she was thinking. “Allow me tomorrow,” Julius said, “to call for you at ten o’clock to take you to the Pump.” He bent his head and kissed her hand, and she could feel the warm pressure of his lips through the thin lace mittens she wore.
What do You think about The Mysterious Maid-Servant?
