“Is Jasper in the next room?”
“Yes.”
“Go and fetch her.”
Evelyn obeyed. She imagined her head was giddy and that her legs were too weak to enable her to walk steadily.
“Jasper, come,” she said in a tremulous voice.
“Poor darling! Poor pet!” muttered Jasper in an injudicious undertone to her afflicted charge.
Lady Frances was now standing up.
“Come here, Jasper,” she said. “In which wardrobe do you keep Miss Wynford’s dresses?”
“In this one, madam.”
“Open it and let me see.”