The weather in December was beastly, to Daphne’s thinking. A frigid wind chased the pair of carriages on their southward path from Airdfinnan, stealing every crumb of heat and rocking the vehicles on their path. Sleet fell on the roof and turned the roads to ice, then snow tumbled from the leaden skies in earnest. Worse, Daphne felt dreadful, her innards in such turmoil that she was in peril of being sick in the coach.
Alexander was solicitous and watchful, but she dared not confide her suspicions to him just yet. They stopped at York, then at Thornedyke Manor where his sister, Anthea, and her husband, the baron and Alexander’s friend, offered every possible comfort. It was revealed that the couple had decided to journey to London with them, equally curious to witness Eurydice’s happiness
