It was a very affectionate letter and she thought that because her aunt was not a very bright or clever woman, she would accept the situation as it was and not make a fuss but wait for Arliva to return.
She lay on her bed wondering if she was mad in what she was doing.
Perhaps she should stay and do what everyone else expected of her and that was to enjoy the Season to the full.
Yet her father had followed his instinct in going abroad when people least expected it.
He had visited countries where he was entranced by what he had found, which invariably turned to gold in his hands, although no one had managed to do it before.
She was the same.
She had to seek out challenges for herself.
She had to find an answer to the question that was growing in her mind more and more day by day.
It
