It was all very lovely, the sunshine was warm on her head, but she knew that she was counting the hours until Lord Rothwyn returned home.
‘It is because I am so anxious to hear if he has been successful in helping to pass the Bill he is supporting,’ she told herself.
But she knew the truth was that she wanted to know that he was beside her and to talk with him on all the topics that interested them both.
Not wishing to tire herself before the evening, she went in from the garden and sat down to try and piece together the pieces of paper that Lord Hadley had written his poem on over three hundred years ago.
It was amazing that so much remained of his efforts despite the ravages of vermin.
Fortunately he had written on very thick and expensive parchment and his writing was firm and neat
