Chapter FourIn her own room Wivina sat for a moment waiting to hear Lord Cheriton walk along the passage.
Then she put her hands to her breast as if to quell the tumult there.
She could hardly believe that what had happened downstairs had not been a figment of her imagination, but her whole body pulsated and throbbed with the wonder of it.
She knew that this was love as she had always thought it would be, as she had dreamt since she was a girl that it would come to her.
Once her mother had said to her,
“When you are grown up, Wivina, I am praying that you will find a man who will be like Papa and with whom you will be as happy as I have been.”
“Did you love Papa the moment you saw him?” Wivina had asked curiously.
“Papa said that when I came into the room, it was as if I had a light
