CHAPTER FOURViola left her brother’s bedroom and hurried back into her own to tidy up her wind-tossed hair before making her way down the spiral stone stairway in search of a late breakfast.
David had been awake and luckily on his own when she entered his room.
Mrs. Livesey had been about to leave when Viola arrived, carrying a tray with the remains of a bowl of thin porridge and a plate of thinly cut bread and butter.
She told Viola that David had passed a good night and that his fever was not so intense this morning. He had eaten a little breakfast and, taking everything into account, there were good signs for his eventual recovery.
David had been fretful when Viola insisted that he should not tell anyone here at Glentorran Castle about their amazing change of circumstances in inher
