chapter twoIdona rode away from the house in the spring sunshine thinking as she did so that the trees coming into bud and the fields beginning to turn green seemed more beautiful than she had ever known them to be.
She knew if she was truthful it was because every day was precious, just in case it was her last.
She tortured herself at night wondering if the Marquis when he did arrive would turn her out of her home or perhaps send her off to some remote village where she would know nobody and be of no consequence.
Even though her parents were poor everybody had looked up to them and respected them and she knew that if she had ridden along the road where the cottages were people would wave or run out to have a word with her.
Nearly two weeks had passed since Mr. Lawson had told her that
