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CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER THREEJosina awoke early and, with a little feeling of delight, realised that she was in her mother’s old home. It was so exciting that she jumped out of bed and ran across the room to the window. The morning sun was shining on the lake and turning it to a delightful gold and the swans were swimming underneath an arch of the bridge. It was all just as her mother had told her it would be. She thought that nothing could be lovelier than the great oak trees with the stags resting beneath them and the shadows cast by the sunlight seemed mysterious over the long drive. ‘How could Mama have left all this behind?’ she asked herself. And then she knew that her mother never regretted for one tiny instant running away with the man she loved. Nevertheless her ancestral home had always h
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