They would undoubtedly think it quite mad of her to trouble herself so much over an old Governess, rather than be the bride at what was a very smart Social occasion.
‘I am sorry that I will upset them so much,’ Iona said to herself.
At the same time she asked,
‘How could I marry John when he loves Mary and she loves him?’
For the first time since she had eavesdropped their conversation she could not help thinking that they had, in fact, treated her somewhat shabbily.
Then she thought that one could not help love.
It was either there or it was not.
Although she had loved John in her own way and had been willing to marry him because he was so kind and helpful, she realised that if she was honest she did not love him in the same way that Mary did.
He was so handsome, so charming and s
