CHAPTER FOURRiding towards the wood, Rocana was wondering what she could say to Patrick because everything they had planned was falling to pieces around their ears.
She had been astonished when late last night a post chaise had arrived from London bringing her a letter from Caroline.
When she opened it, she realised that it was not only urgent, but so secret that Caroline had done the only sensible thing she could which was to get Nanny to send it by post chaise and not trust the mail.
The letter was written obviously in haste and anguish because Caroline’s usually elegant writing was little more than a scrawl.
Rocana read,
“Dearest Rocana,
I am sending this to you by post chaise because Patrick must know at once what has happened. I am absolutely desperate and there is nothing I can
