“I reckon Miss Winfield will just have time to get across to Debbingford before the snow returns! Oh, if only it had snowed again last night, the Earl would have been forced to stay at the castle and they may well have sorted out everything today.”
George ruffled his dark red hair.
“Gentry don’t always think the same way as us.”
Mary sighed.
“Then the gentry are stupid! Those two are made for each other. Anyone can see that.”
George took her hand between his.
“You look real upset, sweetheart. There’s nothin’ you can do.” He bent his head and gave her a quick kiss. “Now, how about askin’ Ma Rush to make me a nice meat pasty before I ’ead back to the farm?”
Mary bit her lip.
She realised that, as much as she loved George, the chance of them ever getting married was slim.
He was dete
