CHAPTER FOURDavina lay miserably in the dark, listening to a distant rumble of thunder.
Six days had elapsed since the departure of Lord Delverton for London.
Six days of interminable silence, during which she had not received so much as a single word from him.
At first, she had chided herself for her childish impatience. She had to allow Lord Delverton time to arrive at his desk, surely, before she could begin to expect a letter!
He must sharpen his pen, fill his inkwell, set out his paper, wait for inspiration. Once he had written to her, he must fold the letter, set his seal, send for his servant to take the letter to the post.
After five days of silence, however, she felt she had to face the truth.
Lord Delverton had forgotten her. The glitter of London had erased his promise to
