CHAPTER NINEThe next morning Serge handed her into the carriage without a word. He made sure the bags were secure and climbed in beside her.
After a few moments of stony silence Serge turned to Elvira with a sigh.
“Do you now wish to discuss our disagreement last night?”
Elvira turned her head to the window.
“We have a whole lifetime to do so,” she replied bitterly, staring out at the larches that lined the road.
Serge drew in his breath but said no more.
Mere cool pleasantries were all they exchanged for the rest of that day.
Elvira occupied herself in surveying the unfamiliar scene that unfolded beyond the carriage window.
The houses seemed quaint with their pitched roofs and strings of onions and garlic by the door and villages with cobbled squares and stalls selling peppered me
