She went into her bedroom to take off her riding habit and put on one of the old frocks she had worn for years, which were faded with so many washings and were too tight for her.
She forced herself not to think of the gowns that she had been able to borrow from the Earl’s sister, but went downstairs to find her father sitting with a glass of wine in his hand, which was something he had not been able to do for a long time.
“You must have a glass of what the doctor has ordered for me,” Rosemary said. “As I said to your father, if there is one thing I hate, it’s drinking alone.”
There was a look in her eyes that told Salrina that it was her tactful way of bringing wine into the house without her father’s pride being hurt.
She sipped a little of the delicious golden wine trying not to reca
