I nodded, but I still had a gleam of hope that I might get free. It was one thing to consent to marriage to Perry when I pitied him, and pitied myself and respected – almost loved – Lady Clara. It was another damned thing altogether when I had seen Perry steal from my purse when I was ill, and seen Lady Clara rob me of my lands when she thought I was dying. If I could break free I would. And if I could break free there would be Wideacre, waiting for me. And Will might still be there.

I sent a footman flying with a note to James Fortescue’s lawyer and took him privately into the dining room and told him bluntly what had happened. His jaw dropped and he strode around the room like a restive cat before placing himself before the hearth.

‘I did not know!’ he said. ‘All I heard was a special licence because you were unwell. And I knew you had been living in this house as part of the family for months.’

I nodded. ‘I’m not blaming you,’ I said. I had little energy for this conversation and I wanted to hear if I was indeed, trapped tight. ‘I’m not blaming you,’ I said. ‘It is no one’s fault. But tell me if the marriage is valid. If I have any choice now?’

He turned to the fire and studied the logs. ‘Has he slept in your bed?’ he asked delicately.

I nodded. ‘Yes,’ I said. ‘They took care of that. But we never did it.’

His whole body jumped as if I had stuck him with a pin at my indelicacy. But I was little Miss Sarah no more.

‘I see,’ he said slowly, to cover his nervousness. ‘So a medical examination, if you could bear to allow such a thing would establish that you are indeed…’ he hesitated.

‘An examination by a doctor?’ I asked.

He nodded. ‘To prove non-consummation of the marriage, with a view to obtaining an annulment,’ he said watching the hearthrug beneath his boots and blushing like a schoolboy.

I thought of the horses I had ridden and the tumbles I had taken. I thought of riding bareback and climbing trees. I made a grimace at his turned-away face.

‘I’ve not had a man, but I doubt I could prove it,’ I said. ‘Where I come from there’s few girls who stain their sheets on their wedding night. We all live too hard.’

He nodded as if he understood. I knew damn well he did not.

‘Then we would be faced with the problem of obtaining a divorce,’ he said carefully. ‘And a divorce would not return your lands to you, even if it were possible.’

I leaned back against the padding of the chair. I was very weary indeed. ‘Let me get this straight,’ I said. ‘I cannot get the marriage annulled.’

He nodded.

‘I might be able to get divorced.’