CHAPTER TWOThe gown in the window of Palmer’s Modes for Ladies was the most beautiful Rosella had ever seen.
It was a pale ivory silk evening dress with a wide flowing skirt, a blue velvet sash and narrow bands of velvet ribbon decorating the bodice.
As she stood on the hot sunny pavement and gazed at it, she thought that it looked like a beautiful white lily growing in a shady corner of the garden.
It was certainly a very pleasant sight after the hustle and bustle of The Peacock Inn, where she had just left the carriage.
She had felt quite uncomfortable alighting there, a young girl all on her own and it seemed as if all the ostlers and pot-boys had stopped their work to stare at her.
And then a large covered coach had arrived with two rather disreputable-looking middle-aged men insi
