Chapter NineteenYet strangely, it was not to Kitty that I ran, nor even to Mother, but to Molly's secluded cottage with her friendly goats and the buzz of honey-bees in the row of hives outside.
'What do you think about that?' I asked Charles as he lay in his bed with Merlin curled up at his side. 'It is a ring from my intended.'
'You are to be married?' To my disappointment Charles barely glanced at the ring. Perhaps men have less interest in such things as we do. Instead he looked directly into my face. 'To whom?'
For a Frenchman his language really was impressive. 'To Captain William Chadwick,' I told him. 'The commander of the St Catherine's Volunteers.'
Charles' smile was forced. As I knew he liked me and so would be happy for me I thought his discomposure must arise from constipa
