For a moment Richard could not believe his eyes.
Then he tugged at the door in the wall until the iron bars at the top rattled, but it would not open.
“Elissa!” he shouted out.
It had to be her, despite the formal grey dress and the hat, clothes he could never have imagined her wearing.
No other girl had such brilliant golden hair.
She turned at the sound of his voice, and just for a moment, Richard thought she might break away and run to him, but the man caught her hand and pulled her back so that she was facing him again.
Richard remembered how Elissa had blushed when they had spoken about Lord Hartwell.
Yesterday he had made a joke of it.
But what if she did care for her cousin and had been too shy to tell him?
His heart now turned to ice as he watched the dark-haired man raise
