The truth was that she loved him, not as a child, not with the close cousinly love which had been theirs ever since she could remember, but as a woman loves a man.
She loved him, she loved him! She loved everything about him, except of course the fact that he was not in love with her.
They rode swiftly because, now the adventure was over, Lord Corbury was in a hurry to get home.
The sound of their horses’ hoofs galloping over the fields seemed to fall into a certain rhythm which Fenella could not escape.
“ I love him — I love him — I love him —”
The words repeated themselves over and over in her mind, but she knew there was nothing different in her heart from what had always been there.
She had loved him as a child and she had counted the hours until he returned from school.
She ha
