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Chapters (57)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Chapter One
  4. Chapter Two
  5. Chapter Three
  6. Chapter Four
  7. Chapter Five
  8. Chapter Six
  9. Chapter Seven
  10. Chapter Eight
  11. Chapter Nine
  12. Chapter Ten
  13. Chapter Eleven
  14. Chapter Twelve
  15. Chapter Thirteen
  16. Chapter Fourteen
  17. Chapter Fifteen
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  32. Chapter Thirty
  33. Chapter Thirty-One
  34. Chapter Thirty-Two
  35. Chapter Thirty-Three
  36. Chapter Thirty-Four
  37. Chapter Thirty-Five
  38. Chapter Thirty-Six
  39. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  40. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  41. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  42. Chapter Forty
  43. Chapter Forty-One
  44. Chapter Forty-Two
  45. Chapter Forty-Three
  46. Chapter Forty-Four
  47. Acknowledgements
  48. About the Authors
  49. Also by Rosie Goodwin
  50. Welcome to the world of Rosie Goodwin!
  51. Letter from Author
  52. Meat and Potato Pie
  53. The Precious Stones series
  54. The Days of the Week Collection
  55. Mothering Sunday
  56. Victorian Tales from Memory Lane
  57. Memory Lane Club

Nancy shook her head. ‘No sir, she ain’t, but then neither am I an’ I’m copin’ well enough, ain’t I? An’ as you know she didn’t do a bad job wi’ the Temples’ two boys in London. If you’ll forgive me sayin’, I reckon it’d be nice for the babies to have someone younger to care for ’em. The older, trained nannies seem to be a lot stricter.’ Realising that she might be overstepping the mark, she became silent but at least she had planted the seed. Now all she could do was wait and see if it grew.

*

Much to Barnaby’s relief, Louisa’s parents left two days later and as the carriage pulled away the whole house and the staff inside seemed to give a sigh of relief. Once he had waved them off, he went straight to Louisa’s room and at sight of him his wife started to sob pitifully.

‘What do you want? You’ve scarcely been to see me while Mamma and Papa were here.’ She snuggled Tumble to her and pouted.

Barnaby could have said it was because whichever of them had been in the room with her had always made him feel so unwelcome, but he didn’t want to be unkind so instead he said simply, ‘I’m here now and wondered if there was anything you’d like?’

‘Oh yes there is,’ she said. ‘I’d like to rewind time so that those brats upstairs had never been born. I might not be dying if I hadn’t had them!’

Admittedly she had never shown any interest in the babies but it was the first time she had openly said how much she disliked them and as Barnaby stared down at her, he hardly recognised her. The woman he had fallen in love with had been beautiful, flirtatious and sweet. Now she was bitter and frail, as if she was fading away before his very eyes, and there wasn’t a thing he could do about it. But was he really to blame? he asked himself. He really had loved her when he married her and had been excited for the future and the thought of the children they would have together. But from the start it had become clear that she had never loved him in the way he had her. Had she returned his love, he would never have sought solace with other women.