Doctor Glebe came every day to check on his patient. Lord Farron questioned him anxiously after each visit and was relieved to be told that the doctor was pleased with Sylvia’s progress, although concerned that there were still such gaps in her memory about her accident.
Sylvia might have reflected more on that odd evening from the past, had she not been so happy in the present. If anyone – Lord Farron, Charity, the doctor – even gently encouraged her to try and remember, a strange, dark lassitude came over her. During such times she began to tell herself a story that fitted the events of that night.
She had stayed out too late – she had been caught out in the storm – she had sheltered somewhere – she had then made a mad dash for home, which resulted in being thrown from her horse.
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