“Yes,” Elissa murmured, “tomorrow!”
And he was gone, striding back up the path towards the hills.
As Elissa stepped through the door in the wall, she noticed a flash of movement from one of the windows on the first floor, as if a curtain had been pulled aside.
‘Perhaps one of the parlour maids is dusting there,’ she reckoned, as she made her way to the front door.
It was quiet and cool in the hall and she thought with relief that her cousin Falcon must still be at the races.
She stood still for a moment with her eyes closed picturing Richard, imprinting the memory of his handsome tanned face in her mind and remembering the warmth of his hand against hers.
“My dear girl!” the bell-like tones of Lady Hartwell interrupted her daydream. “I was hoping as it is such a lovely day that we mi
