“As though I should!” Jemima cried. “I love you, Valient. I love you until now I am with you again the whole world is golden with sunshine and filled with happiness!”
“That is what I wanted you to say, my darling, but now for God’s sake let’s go home. People are pouring into the Spa and we have to keep sending to London for more cans and flagons and there are a dozen invitations asking us to dine with people in the County. I am becoming fed up with trying to cope with everything on my own.”
“You will not have to any more,” Jemima said. “Oh, darling, darling Valient, is it really true that I can come back to The Priory – and be with – you?”
“You are coming back,” the Viscount answered, “and I don’t intend to waste any more time talking about it. Have you a bonnet or something with you?”
