CHAPTER EIGHTAdella scarcely felt the pavement beneath her feet as she walked back to No. 82, for it was as if she was being borne along on bright wings of happiness.
Digby had not forgotten her!
He had deeply regretted not writing to her before he left Oxford and, now that she understood why he had not been able to, she could only forgive him.
She closed her eyes for a moment and leant on the railings outside the house, as she conjured up once more the moment when he had held her in his arms.
‘How could I ever have doubted him and thought him cold-hearted and forgetful?’ she wondered.
She remembered the kiss he had snatched from her lips before they parted and the sweet joy of it filled her with singing.
But she could not linger out here in the street all day like a serving girl pla
