‘I have to forget – I cannot go on thinking about it like this,’ Lara told herself severely.
She put on her bonnet, the old one, which was all she possessed, Jane having taken the one with blue ribbons back with her to The Priory and set off down to the village.
There was an elderly woman whom she often called on when she had the time and who was growing blind and could only sit in her small cottage waiting for a kind neighbour to tell her what was happening in the world outside.
Lara had picked her a few sprigs of fragrant white lilac in the garden, which was now coming into bloom.
This, of course, made her think of the shrubs at The Priory, which she had walked through when she had heard Lady Louise saying how much she loved the Marquis.
If Lady Louise had joined the list of women w
