CHAPTER TWOWhen the news reached Pershore, the Abbey bells were rung with enormous gusto.
People then covered their windows and doors with pieces of coloured paper or material.
Flags appeared in the streets.
It was then that Alissia’s stepmother, Lady Hester, firmly declared,
“At least we can now go back to London where we belong.”
Her husband looked at her in surprise.
“London?” he queried.
“Yes, of course, Bruce. Don’t be so stupid,” Lady Hester replied. “Nancy is nineteen and has had no chance until now of meeting anyone of importance, you can hardly want her to be an old maid.”
“Which is not very likely at nineteen,” he answered her somewhat feebly.
“Well I have no intention of staying here, Bruce, when after all these years everything exciting is happening in London.”
“But w
