Chapter SevenAlyna was never quite certain afterwards what she had expected Dorrington Park to look like.
But, when she saw it for the first time, she found it so enchanting and so lovely that it was difficult to express her feelings at all adequately.
Lord Dorrington drew his phaeton to a standstill at the top of a long drive of lime trees.
Below her in the valley she saw an Elizabethan house in the shape of an E, built of warm red brick weathered by the years with gabled diamond-paned windows and twisted chimneys romantically silhouetted against the sky.
“It is too beautiful to be real,” she breathed at last.
“That is what I think every time I come home,” Lord Dorrington commented.
It was a house, Alyna thought, as she stepped into the oak-panelled hall that had a welcoming atmosph
