Chapter Twenty-Three
The largest of Woodburgh’s three inns was the White Hart, encouragingly situated not so very far from Mrs. Daventry’s house. Being the premier coaching-inn besides, it was a commodious place, bustling with ostlers and grooms as well as cook-staff, housemaids and guests.
Mr. Ballantine insisted on going to see the innkeepers alone, to Gussie’s disappointment.
‘They will speak openly to a Runner in ways they wouldn’t to a young lady of quality like yourself,’ said he, in firm response to Gussie’s protests.
‘Or an alarming old woman?’ said Lady Honoria.
‘I believe you may terrify the poor souls, ma’am.’
‘Nonsense! When you can see I am on my best behaviour.’ She smiled.
‘I shall go in alone,’ repeated Mr. Ballantine.
He did so, spared further protests. Gussie was
