Chapter 24
When Sir Lyle arrived some weeks later to offer his congratulations, Catherine was indisposed. Her child was expected in the early spring.
She had objected to being sent to bed merely to recover from a slight dizzy spell. Lydia Barrow had overruled her, as had Jocelyn, and she pouted.
“I cannot sit here in bed until March,” she grumbled. But she was delighted, and it showed. She asked Lydia to send Clara out for skeins of wool. She was hoping to knit a blanket for the nursery. Lydia obliged, although she confided to Jocelyn that Catherine had never knitted anything in her life and her sewing was frightful.
Jocelyn was both touched and terrified. The thought of his seed growing inside her filled him with a sort of confused panic. He wondered if he would be able to sail before
