CHAPTER SEVENThe stagecoach trundled down the Great North Road, stopping at every village and crossroads.
It had left London at seven o’clock from The Lamb at Islington and Torilla knew they would be stopping soon at Baldock for the passengers to have a light repast.
She was almost oblivious to the discomfort of sitting squashed between two countrywomen and hardly noticed that a small boy was dropping pieces of chocolate on her muslin gown.
Deep in her thoughts, she had only aroused herself when the coach reached Hatfield to think of Beryl and Rodney and knew how happy they must be together.
She had not left London immediately after the interrupted wedding, as she had meant to do, because the Earl had hurried back to Hertfordshire and her aunt had looked rather helplessly at the huge c
