‘We’ll make our own amusement, Rosie. Besides, I’ve sixpence, so we’ll not go hungry, and at least you had the sense to get return tickets, so we can get home.’ Ethan was excited. Unlike Rosie, he had never ridden on a train before and was watching the houses and scenery fly by. ‘Look, there goes Windfell.’

Both craned their necks out of the carriage’s window and took in a fleeting glimpse of Windfell Manor. A further pang of guilt clouded their faces as they thought of the lies they had told, to enable their day together.

‘We will be back before them, won’t we?’ Rosie looked across for reassurance from Ethan.

‘Yes, didn’t you say we can have a few hours at Appleby and will be back in Settle for five o’clock? We won’t be that long at the fair.’ He looked across at a worried Rosie.

‘I guess we will be fine. We won’t be missed, I’m sure.’ She sat down and looked out at the scenery rushing past her. ‘Please don’t let us be late,’ she whispered to herself. Her parents would never forgive her. As for Ethan, he’d never work for anyone ever again.

8

8

Jane picked up the morning newspaper and read the headlines with horror.

‘Have you seen this, Mother, and you, Father? The poor woman, how could the King’s horse run her over like that?’

‘I don’t think the jockey did it deliberately, my dear. The stupid woman ran directly in front of him, and he couldn’t stop.’ Isabelle looked across at James for support.

‘Poor Emily Davison. She was only trying to make a point by pinning a banner for “Votes for Women” on the horse. Perhaps the King and Parliament will listen to us women, after a death at the Epsom Derby.’ Jane lifted her hand up to the violet, green and white pendant that she wore as a sign of solidarity with the fight for the newly named Suffragette movement and its causes. ‘Surely they’ve got to, now that women are going on hunger strike and nearly dying. They must realize how strongly the modern-day woman feels about having equal rights to men.’ She sat staring defiantly at her father, knowing that he thought her ideals were rubbish.

‘I do wish you would stop your fascination with these troublemakers, Jane. This is a man’s world, and women should know their place.’ James looked at his young daughter, who had a mind of her own, and sighed.