Chapter 26
When the footsteps came, she was standing beside the French doors leading down to the formal garden, idly contemplating a walk. She was terribly tired, but it had always been her habit to engage in a late afternoon walk when the weather permitted, and she was loath to change her habits. She was also indulging in secret joy. The baby was yawning, stretching, and occasionally jabbing her from within his comfortable warm cave, and she wanted to be somewhere private and out-of-doors where she could enjoy the performance. She wished she knew where Jocelyn was, so that she could share her news.
She raised her head and turned slightly. The sound of two pairs of feet echoed sharply off the floor. They stopped at the door, but no one entered.
She waited, frowning. At long last, a knoc
