Chapter EighteenSerena pushed open the casement window and stood gazing out at the garden.
The sunshine was warm and golden and the sea reflected the deep blue of the sky. A flight of white pigeons passed over the green lawn.
Serena turned her head as Eudora entered the room carrying a bouquet of flowers. She brought them to Serena and placed them in her hands.
“From his Lordship,” she said.
Serena took them eagerly.
“They are even lovelier than usual.”
Eudora nodded.
“It’s true,” she said. “Never have I beheld such exquisite bouquets as his Lordship has sent you day after day.”
Serena thought of the deep red roses that Eudora had brought her yesterday, of the purple orchids the day before and the coral pink carnations the day before that.
Then she saw that today’s flowers were wh
