Chapter Eleven
I couldn’t believe the letter in my hand. If I didn’t see the words as they nearly swam before my eyes, I would never have believed them.
Rose was coming to visit! Here, to Marshfield. What in the world was my sister thinking?
I leaned my elbows on the edge of the green chair in Marcus’ study, which had quickly become my favorite place to sit, and read further along in the letter.
“I was so sorry to hear the account of your visit to your neighbor, Lady Hollingsworth. I know what a social creature you are, and to not even have the benefit of the neighboring gentry, I think is simply too difficult a thing for you to bear entirely on your own.”
Clearly, my father didn’t think it too harsh since she didn’t say a word about bringing me back to London with her.
It wasn’t fa
