Then, when she took from the Earl’s hand, the note he had spoken about, she found that there was not one envelope but two.
She waited until they had driven away with Mary-Rose and could no longer see The Castle before she looked down at what she held in her hands, to know with a leap of her heart that one note was for her.
She opened it and found that it contained just three words – three words that told her everything she wanted to know.
“I love you!”
After that she knew that she would have to rely on news of the Duke from the letters that Torquil wrote so dutifully to his mother.
She realised that it was a sensible arrangement, but at the same time every nerve in her body vibrated at the thought of him and ached with her need to be close to him and to hear his voice.
She was, howev
