My journey to Ireland did not start particularly auspiciously. When I came to get dressed I found that Queenie had packed all the items I wanted to wear, except for one stocking that couldn’t be found. This involved opening my big trunk and taking out most of my clothing, leaving us both feeling frustrated and annoyed. I was more cross with her than usual because my own nerves were at snapping point. In the light of day, with the journey a reality, I questioned whether I was doing the right thing. If Darcy really didn’t want me there, if my appearance only complicated the situation for him, he would not be pleased. I suppose I was hoping that he’d run toward me with his arms open, saying, “I couldn’t bear to live without you either.” But whatever the outcome I was determined to go through with it.

The next complication came when I was preparing to leave. Queenie had become quite weepy, convinced that something terrible was going to happen to me and she’d never see me again. She had produced a large red and white handkerchief and traipsed around behind me blowing her nose at intervals like a foghorn. I had Binky’s permission to leave my excess luggage in my room to be collected either when I returned or when I knew where I would be staying. I had just seen a still-tearful Queenie off into a cab (a final treat from me) when Binky came out of his study.

“You’re off, then? Are you sure you’ll be all right?”

I nodded, feeling a bit tearful myself. “I’ll be fine, thank you. And thank you for letting me leave my luggage here. That’s one less thing to worry about.”

He looked at me long and hard. “You’re going to that chap O’Mara, aren’t you?”

“I’m afraid I am. He shouldn’t be all alone at this time.”

“I’d imagine it will be pretty beastly.”

“I expect it will, but I won’t give up on him because of something his father has done. Remember when you were accused of murder, Binky? Remember how horrid it was?”

“And you stuck by me and got me out of prison. Brilliant, Georgie. I’ve been grateful ever since.”

“I want to help Darcy in any way I can.”

He put an arm around my shoulder. “You’re a splendid girl, Georgie. An absolute brick. True-blue. I hope O’Mara appreciates you.”

“I hope so too,” I said.

Binky rummaged inside his pocket. “I know that funds are tight, Georgie. I thought this might help a little.” He handed me what looked like several folded five-pound notes.

“Oh no, Binky. I couldn’t take your money,” I said. “I do have a little to get by on at the moment.”