When she went into her mother’s rooms, which were just as they had been left, she felt as if her mother was near her and she cried out,
“Help me, Mama! Help me! Tell me if I have made – a mistake and I should have – stayed with the Duke and not – left him.”
She thought of how her mother had given up everything for love and, when she compared the miserable room she had died in with the grandeur and luxury of her grandfather’s house, she questioned for a moment if it had been worthwhile.
But then she had realised that the rapture, the wonder and the glory of her mother’s love for her father and his for her was worth all the suffering, the cold and the hunger that they had both died from.
‘Perhaps I should have found the same,’ Vanola argued to herself.
Then she knew that her choice had
