She looked back as she spoke. She had never believed that she would ever escape from The Castle and that she would not be incarcerated within its grey stone walls for the rest of her life.
“It is not my own,” Clint answered, “although I have one in America. I have borrowed the one we are using now from a friend, the Earl of Derby. I think you will find it quite comfortable.”
Alita gave a little sigh of excitement.
“I have always wanted to go in a private train. Papa told me about them many years ago, and I was so jealous when I heard that you had sent one for Nellie Farren and Miss Wadman.”
“Is that the only thing that made you jealous?” Clint asked.
She moved a little closer to him, resisting an impulse to put her cheek against his shoulder.
“Miss Wadman is a – fellow-countrywoman,”
