Chapter Seven
In the morning Pip was even more eager to climb out of bed than she’d been the day before. She crossed to the window and threw back the curtains. Daylight spilled into her bedchamber. The sun had just risen and everything was tipped with gold.
She leaned against the windowsill and drank in her fill of the view. The day brimmed with things to look forward to—making kites, flying them with the girls, exploring Selborne. But if she was honest with herself, she was also looking forward to time spent in Lord Octavius’s company, and that was foolish. Dangerously foolish.
Pip turned away from the window and went to wash her face in cold water from the ewer. Lord Octavius was charming and amusing and one of those people with whom one felt instantly at ease. Yesterday he’d made her
