CHAPTER THREE
Rosanna stared at Sir Walter, overcome by the feelings that flowed through her.
This was her worst nightmare come true.
All her plans to escape to the country had been in vain. It had never crossed her mind that this dreadful man would follow her to Donnington Hall.
Just for a moment as she stood in the doorway, Sir Walter did not realise she was there. He was laughing at something someone had said.
It was the man who was speaking who exclaimed,
“Ah, here is our delightful young hostess!”
Sir Walter turned and before Rosanna could move, he had taken both her hands in his and was kissing them.
“We could not stay in London without you, my dear,” he said. “The place seemed empty and very boring so we have come to tell you how much we miss you. In fact I do unbearably. Te
