CHAPTER THREE“You look so lovely,” her father told Alexia as the carriage bowled along. “I think any man would fall at your feet.”
“I am not going to listen to you,” she replied firmly. “I want to enjoy the sunshine and the beauty of the countryside and not think of having to marry a man who I haven’t even met and who doubtless will look down on us.”
Her father stiffened and she knew he was going to make a violent response, so to prevent him from doing so she slipped her hand into his.
“I love you, Pa, and I want you to be happy. But you will find that women are more difficult to move about than pounds and shillings, so you must give me plenty of time before I make up my mind.”
He did not answer and she added coaxingly,
“And I am not in a hurry to leave you.”
She knew by the way her
