If she could not forget the Duke from that moment of seeing him for but a few passing seconds, how could she forget him now after being for nearly two months in his presence, after counting the hours from their last meeting and after feeling the atmosphere change and alter because he came into the room?
No, she could never escape from him now. Violet was right and going back to Ireland would not mend her broken heart.
“We will stay,” Cornelia said briefly, yet, even as she spoke the words, she knew that she had exchanged the agony of one decision for the agony of another?
*
The night passed slowly.
She could not cry though tears would have been a relief. She could only lie awake in the darkness and hear over and over again in her mind the words she had listened to through the closed d
