She was married!
She still could not believe it had really happened, that she was driving away from The Castle and no longer could her step-aunt rage at her!
No longer would she have to submit to the humiliation and misery that had made her feel that every day was darker and more menacing than the last.
Almost as if in response to her feelings, the sun came out from behind a cloud to shine golden through the branches of the trees and glisten on the silver harnesses of the four magnificent horses the Earl was driving.
They passed through the lodge gates and now, as they reached the centre of the small village, the Earl, instead of continuing left towards Winsford Park, turned right.
Sorilda turned her head and looked at him questioningly.
‘‘We are going to London,” he said.
He spoke
