CHAPTER EIGHTThat afternoon Monsieur and Madame Rivalier came to visit Shona.
They were a comfortable, middle-aged couple, full of smiles, brushing aside her thanks, insisting that their house was her house. She must remain here until she was well.
“And Frederick will tell us when you are well enough,” Madame Rivalier said.
There was something significant in her tone and Shona could feel herself blushing again. Plainly the whole household was expecting something to happen, and her hosts were looking forward to seeing their dear friend happy.
They bustled away, leaving Shona to her thoughts.
She had recovered her appetite and managed to eat a hearty meal that evening. She felt ready now to see the Marquis, but he was late in coming and her heart sank.
Plainly he had thought better of
