He smiled at her and for a moment she thought that however handsome the Duke might be it would be impossible to admire any man for his strength, his wisdom and his command more than her father.
The manse door was opened and she walked inside.
The Minister’s wife, a nervous middle-aged woman, curtseyed politely and offered her food and drink before she led her upstairs to the best bedroom. It was poorly furnished, but spotlessly clean and the roses growing up the manse wall gave the room a welcome fragrance.
The Minister’s wife brought up the wedding gown that had been carried carefully wrapped across the back of a pony.
When Clola shook it out and hung it on the outside of the wardrobe, she exclaimed at the beauty of it.
Alone Clola without hurrying took off her riding habit, washed a
