‘I love him! I love him!’ she told herself over and over again and the wheels beneath her seemed to be repeating the same words, ‘I love him! I love him!’
Marie, who had been sulking because of their sudden return to England, suddenly leant across to ask in a worried voice,
“You all right, my Lady? You very pale. Perhaps you start bad cold?”
“No, I am all right, Marie,” Loretta managed to reply.
But she knew that was untrue and she would never be all right again until Fabian was with her, protecting her, keeping her safe and loving her.
A million times she asked herself whether she had done the wrong thing in coming away without seeing him first.
If it had not been for the death of Hugh’s wife and her knowledge that she should not intrude on their happiness, she might have confessed
