CHAPTER 28
“D’you think we’ll win, Guy, or will the plague defeat all of our attempts to rid the village of it?” Edith Kinnaird felt a little uncomfortable using the parlour of Hilary Newton’s house and being there alone with Guy Dearborn. She was trying to keep the conversation trivial, impersonal, though she knew that she felt something far more personal for the young doctor than propriety allowed.
“I thought we agreed not to mention the plague while we’re here, Edith.”
“I know, but, well, what would people think? You’re a doctor and I’m…”
“An unbelievably beautiful woman Edith, that’s what you are. Do you really think anyone in Olney cares a brass farthing for the fact that we’re here together? You’re not in the nurse’s home in Ashford now, and there’s no matron breathing down your
