And there he left him to await the coming of the chatelaine.
Rhodes never could think of her as the chatelaine of those wide ranges.
He was still in a fog, but he saw a ray of hope; this was the Chatelaine, it seemed.
There was no stationery in the desk, but Mary had a pocket diary in her chatelaine bag.
His own face was in shadow and the chatelaine could not distinguish ...