CHAPTER 41Rosamond lay dreaming. She walked in a spring garden with Craig. The dark wood was a thing of the past, she didn’t seem to remember it any more. This was a spring garden. There were apple trees rosy with bloom, there was cherry blossom. The path where they walked was set on either side with daffodils and coloured primroses. There was a blue sky over head, and the sun shone. She woke to darkness and a voice that called her name.
“Rosamond! Wake up!”
It was Craig’s voice. The sweetness of the dream was still round her. She sat up beside Jenny in the wide old-fashioned bed and called softly,
“What is it?”
“It’s Craig. Come over here to the window. I want to speak to you.”
They kissed with the bars between them. He held her.
“Darling, I hate to wake you like this, but we’ve got
