CHAPTER SEVENLuella remained silent for a good portion of the journey. She was too busy rehearsing in her head what she would say to the Viscount.
‘I wish I was as certain as Aunt Edith that David will understand about my liaison with Jean-Marie Bouillicault,’ she thought. ‘Men are so particular about the virtue of women and they expect those of our kind to be of flawless character. Will he think me a bad woman for having loved someone else – and to have run away with him intending to get married?’
Just before they reached Exeter, Luella awakened her aunt and helped her make herself ready for the next stage of their journey.
“Come along, Aunt Edith,” she urged. “I am afraid there will be no more sleep until we reach Torr House.”
“I do hope that Bennett brings some large cushions,” she
