In India, Miss La Trobe-Bateman had been adored, looked up to. She remained a snob and she was unapologetic about it. There were degrees of separation between herself and her kind, the aristocracy, and the people beneath her, from lowly servants through various trades and professionals, and she regarded them all indiscriminately. What was she doing marrying beneath her station? Her love-struck state wouldn"t let her ponder that. Her love for Walter was all-consuming as was his love for her. Hadn"t he written to her almost every day from the seminary in Cincinnati, words of ardent affection?
The wedding was held in a private chapel, not the grand affair of her parents who had married in St Margaret"s Church in Westminster, but it all seemed good enough to her, so desperately did she love h
