CHAPTER THREEThe Marquis helped Christina into his phaeton.
Then, as he drove off, he said,
“I think we will call on Miss Dickson on the way. You must tell me which cottage she is in.”
“It is right at the very end of the village,” Christina answered. “It was very pretty when she first went into it, but nothing has been done to it for a long time. The thatched roof needs repairing and the windows painting, but Mr. Waters would not listen, even when Papa spoke to him.”
The Marquis did not say anything.
But Christina was aware that his lips tightened and she knew how angry this revelation would made him.
“Now that you are – back,” she said in a soft voice, “I know that – everything will be different.”
“It will take time,” the Marquis cautioned, “but the most important thing is to emplo
