“I have something to tell you, Neisa.”
She walked back from the window and then sat on the side of the bed.
“We are leaving this afternoon after luncheon.”
Neisa’s eyes widened.
“After luncheon?” she repeated. “But I thought we were staying until Monday.”
Carol was silent for a moment and as Neisa looked into her face, she asked breathlessly,
“What has happened?”
“As I told you, I went to see Peter’s house last night and it was just as fascinating as I thought it would be.”
“Is it as big as this?”
“No. It is much smaller because it is Elizabethan, but still very lovely.”
She gave a deep sigh.
“It’s a house I could be very happy in.”
“And what happened?” Neisa asked again.
“I realised that Peter had taken me to see his home because he wanted me to love it. And I did love it,
