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Chapters (44)
  1. Table of Contents
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright
  4. Dedication
  5. Chapter One
  6. Chapter Two
  7. Chapter Three
  8. Chapter Four
  9. Chapter Five
  10. Chapter Six
  11. Chapter Seven
  12. Chapter Eight
  13. Chapter Nine
  14. Chapter Ten
  15. Chapter Eleven
  16. Chapter Twelve
  17. Chapter Thirteen
  18. Chapter Fourteen
  19. Chapter Fifteen
  20. Chapter Sixteen
  21. Chapter Seventeen
  22. Chapter Eighteen
  23. Chapter Nineteen
  24. Chapter Twenty
  25. Chapter Twenty-One
  26. Chapter Twenty-Two
  27. Chapter Twenty-Three
  28. Chapter Twenty-Four
  29. Chapter Twenty-Five
  30. Chapter Twenty-Six
  31. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  32. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  33. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  34. Chapter Thirty
  35. Chapter Thirty-One
  36. Chapter Thirty-Two
  37. Chapter Thirty-Three
  38. Chapter Thirty-Four
  39. Chapter Thirty-Five
  40. Chapter Thirty-Six
  41. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  42. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  43. A word about the author...
  44. Thank you for purchasing this publication of The Wild Rose Press, Inc.

Selena saw at once that her friend was not well. “Why, Philomena, what is the matter? You are ill. Come and sit, and I will make you a salt pack. Our nurse used to give it to Hugh and myself whenever we had the headache. Not that Hugh ever had the headache, I remember, but he often had cuts and bruises and once he broke an arm when he climbed the old oak tree and fell out of the top branch. Mama was sure he was dead, but Hugh was up again next day and riding his pony.”

Chattering happily, Selena bustled about. “I have given my maid Alice the slip and come in a carriage by myself. I told Mama I was to be with Lucy. Lucy will keep my secret so long as no one asks her anything about it, for she is exceptionally stupid, as you must see. Still, she is a good friend, even if she does talk about Hugh all the time, and we can all see that he has no interest in her at all.”

Philomena roused herself enough to nod and smile.

“As for Hugh—” Selena sat to watch Philomena sip from a cup of water. “Are you feeling better?” she asked, interrupting herself. Philomena nodded and held the linen bag of ice and salt against her brow.

“Now, what was I saying? Oh, yes, Hugh. He is so disagreeable now. Why, I thought he was bad-tempered enough before, but that was as nothing. Since he came back to the Hall the day after you left, he has been like a bear with a sore head.”

Selena stopped a moment and giggled. “I saw a bear dancing in the Park the other day. I wonder if he had a sore head.”

A glance at Philomena showed her that her friend was in no mood for jokes. “Yes. Hugh is so unkind about you. You know, I did think that he liked you when you were with us at Christmas. Sometimes, he even became civil to me and to Mama, but after you left, he talked of nothing but lies and false addresses and how you must be no better than a thief.”

Heedless of the pain her gossip caused, Selena prattled cheerfully, turning the knife in Philomena’s heart. It was hard not to cry out with the pain. Could Hugh hate her so? He had not seemed to, in Hyde Park. He had started forward with such enthusiasm. It might mean nothing. Perhaps Hugh had been shocked rather than pleased to see Philomena.