CHAPTER FOURRavina’s irritation vanished like an early mist as the coach finally crested the last hill and began the long run down towards Curbishley Hall.
She leant out of the window enjoying the feel of the breeze on her cheeks. She could almost believe she could taste salt from the sea in the air.
She pulled off her hat and let the wind tease her blonde hair out of its tightly bound coils.
There. They were almost home.
Curbishley Hall, the Earl of Ashley’s country seat, lay in a wide valley, sheltered from the sea on one side by rolling hills and from the nearby town of Rosbourne by a great track of woodland.
It was a splendid house, gleaming softly golden in the late evening sun and surrounded by beautiful grounds and gardens.
Ravina could tell from all the activity outside the b
