CHAPTER FOURCornelia awoke with a feeling that something wonderful was going to happen.
Unable to recall exactly where she was, she lay in bed with her eyes closed against the sunshine seeping in through the curtains and fancying that she was back again at Rosaril.
Then, as the noise of traffic came to her ears and the sound of horses’ hoofs clattering down Park Lane, she remembered that she was in London and opened her eyes to see the big luxuriously decorated room that gave her a faint sense of surprise.
Everything in her uncle’s house was outstandingly luxurious compared with the simple shabbiness of Rosaril and, snuggling down against the pillows, she thought that her mattress was as soft as the clouds that drifted over the Atlantic on a summer wind.
Suddenly she felt an overwhelmi
