Chapter 17
“It has been two weeks.”
Jane rolled her eyes as a sigh slipped off her lips. “I know, Abigail.” No one knew better than her. She had been counting the days by the hours. Fourteen days since she arrived home, seventeen since she left Southwell. She wasn’t any closer to recovering from the hurt.
“Still no word from them?”
She shrugged, wishing she could get Abigail to stop talking about this. “If there has been, you would the first to know and you, my dear friend, are aware of that.”
The breeze tried to blow away the stack of papers she had on the table. Her hands shot out and caught them just in time. An idea hit her and she dropped the ink bottle on the stack, to keep them in place. They were seated in a corner, at the left side of the manor, shielded from the sun and free
