To Loris, she said expansively, ‘Jonathan tells me he’s with Cosby’s…’

Wondering if her mother knew he was just a lowly PA, and deciding that she obviously didn’t, Loris said nothing.

‘I thought I remembered him from Ascot or somewhere, but obviously I was wrong…’

Ignoring the dishes keeping warm on the sideboard, Loris poured herself some coffee and drank it gratefully while her mother pursued, ‘I’ve just been saying how very kind it was of him to bring you all the way to Monkswood on such a night.’

Realising she was expected to add something, Loris agreed woodenly, ‘Yes, wasn’t it?’

Isobel turned to Jonathan and, as though to make up for her daughter’s marked lack of sociability, said, ‘I’m so pleased Loris managed to persuade you to stay.’ Then, without much hope, ‘Do you play whist or bridge by any chance?’

‘Both. Though not particularly well.’

‘At the last minute Colonel Jefferson couldn’t come, so anyone who plays cards at all will be a welcome addition to our little party.’

‘Oh, but Mr Drummond can’t possibly stay for the rest of the weekend,’ Loris said with more force than politeness.

Looking surprised by her daughter’s vehemence, Isobel pointed out, ‘It would make sense. Apparently the Elder has overflowed its banks and quite a few of the local roads are flooded, so the journey back to town could be very difficult.’

‘But h-he wasn’t prepared to stay.’ Loris tried to sound practical rather than panic-stricken. ‘I mean, it’s a question of clothes and things…’

‘Clothes aren’t a problem. Luckily Jonathan and Simon are much of a size, and Simon has a whole wardrobe of things he hasn’t even worn.’

With a speaking glance at him, Loris said, ‘But I’m sure Mr Drummond—’

Face straight, but a wicked gleam in his eyes, he broke in, ‘Oh, surely we know each other well enough for you to call me Jonathan.’

Biting her lip, she went on, ‘I’m sure Jonathan has to get back. We can’t expect him to—’

‘As I’ve already told your mother, I’d be delighted to stay,’ he broke in smoothly.

Wondering what he was up to, Loris glared at him in helpless fury.

‘There! You see, it’s all settled,’ Isobel said a little testily, ‘and has been for the past half-hour. I’m having Simon’s bed made up for Jonathan so that if Mark manages to get here after all he can have his usual room. Though he seemed doubtful at first—’

‘You’ve spoken to him?’

‘He rang up about twenty minutes ago to apologise for his absence and say he was sorry not to have come down as planned.’

‘Does Dad know?’

Isobel shook her head. ‘Your father went straight out after breakfast. He’s with Reynolds, checking on reported storm damage to some of the cottages on the estate.’

‘When you talked to Mark, did he tell you what had happened last night?’ Loris asked cautiously.

‘Apparently Alan Gresham’s daughter suddenly felt unwell, and because no taxi was immediately available, he offered to drive her home…’

Catching Jonathan’s eye, Loris saw a kind of amused contempt there.

‘As your father and I had already left, it’s just as well that Mark was on hand to do duty as a host.’

Judging by Isobel’s insouciance, she hadn’t the faintest idea that Alan Gresham’s daughter and ‘that blonde creature’ were one and the same.

‘He said he’d get hold of you and, if conditions allowed, possibly bring you down in time for lunch. He seemed very surprised when I told him you were already here…’

I bet he did, Loris thought cynically.

‘The whole thing, it seems, was a misunderstanding. He couldn’t find you to tell you what was happening, and then when he got back to the hotel you were nowhere to be seen and almost everyone had gone. He thought that, because of the weather, you must have made up your mind to go straight home instead of coming down here.’

Obviously wondering if they’d had a quarrel, her mother asked, ‘What made you decide to come without him?’

‘My flat was occupied.’

‘Occupied?’

‘I’ve lent it to Judy and Paul for last night and tonight.’

‘Even so—’

‘They’re on their honeymoon.’

‘Oh. Still, it’s worked out quite well. Or rather will have done when Mark gets here.’

‘I thought you said he might not be coming?’

‘He seemed doubtful at first, but as soon as he knew you were here he said he was definitely going to try to get down.’

Loris found herself hoping fervently that he wouldn’t succeed. The situation would be quite bad enough when her father discovered what had happened, without Mark’s presence adding to the problems.

‘Though I don’t know what his chances are…’

‘If he stays on the main road as far as Harefield, and then takes Dewy Lane, which runs along higher ground, he might manage to get through,’ Jonathan said with a cheerful optimism that grated on Loris’s frayed nerves.

Vexedly, she wondered why he sounded so laid-back, so unconcerned at the prospect of the other man arriving?

Probably he imagined she would keep quiet about what had happened the previous night. And if things had been different, unwilling to broadcast her shame, she no doubt would have done. But what he didn’t know, so had failed to take into account, was the unfortunate meeting with her father.

Once Mark and her father had talked, the fat would be in the fire. As well as being furious with her, both men would be out for Jonathan’s blood, and there was bound to be trouble.

Plainly surprised, Isobel was saying, ‘It sounds as if you know this part of the world well?’

‘I do.’

‘Then you haven’t always lived in the States?’

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