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Chapters (35)
  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. Read on for a sneak peek at Dilly’s brand-new novel …
  31. Chapter One
  32. Keep Reading …
  33. About the Author
  34. Also by Dilly Court
  35. About the Publisher

Tilly and another girl from the village were on duty to take the guests’ capes, coats, cloaks and hats as they arrived, and Ivy was ready to hand out mulled wine or hot rum punch to fend off the chill. All the ground-floor rooms were open and log fires blazed up the chimneys creating warmth with the comforting scent of burning apple wood. The newly married couple seemed overwhelmed by the grandeur of the occasion, but Kate ushered them into the drawing room where Annie played them in with a rousing tune that sent feet tapping. After a few glasses of mulled wine or punch the guests, who at first were quiet and respectful, suddenly livened up, and one by one couples took the floor and were soon executing a lively jig.

Arabella sailed past Kate, who was standing in the doorway, enjoying the spectacle of Mr Ruggles, the shopkeeper, capering around like a spring lamb in an attempt to impress Emily, Dora Sloan’s spinster daughter. Dora’s plans to marry off the plain and awkward Emily had so far failed miserably, but it looked to Kate as if success might be in sight. Perhaps if Emily drank a glass or two of mulled wine she might relax enough to smile and enjoy herself. She might even flirt a little, with encouragement from Cyrus Ruggles. That would give Dora something to talk about when she was in a huddle with her friends.

‘They’ve turned the house into a bear garden,’ Arabella said crossly. ‘I’m going to the morning parlour.’

‘I think you’ll find it occupied, Mama,’ Kate said in a whisper. ‘You’ll find almost every room downstairs has been taken over by the wedding party.’

Arabella tossed her head. ‘I’m going to my room then. Send Jenny up with a bowl of soup and a slice of bread and butter. I can feel one of my headaches coming on.’

Kate glanced over her shoulder. ‘But, Mama, Mrs Courtney is coming this way. Who is that with her?’

Arabella’s pale cheeks flamed with colour. ‘Oh, my goodness. It’s Mr Pomeroy-Smith. Why on earth would Elaine bring him here today of all days? Especially when I’m not feeling my best.’