‘Wherever I go, whatever happens to me,’ she thought, ‘he will always be there in my mind and nothing can ever take away from me the rapture I felt just now when we watched the dawn together.’
Vaguely and far away, as if in the shadows, her brain told her that he belonged to the Countess, but for the moment even that was of no significance beside what she had felt and what in a way she had received, a blessing that could come only from God.
‘To love anyone so wonderful is a privilege and an honour,’ Lorena told herself. ‘And I can pray for him and feel that perhaps in a very small way my prayers will protect him.’
She could not help feeling that the Countess was the wrong person for anybody so understanding and sympathetic as the Duke.
Then she told herself humbly that she was no judge
