Chapters (54)
- COVER
- About the Author
- ALSO BY ALEXANDRA BELL
- DEDICATION
- Prologue
- Part One
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- Part Two
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- Part Three
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- Acknowledgements
- THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING
July 1836
Dearest Beatrice,
I have returned to my family’s London town house for a brief time and have hardly had a moment to put pen to paper. Relying on the long-distance postal service can be such a bother in these circumstances, so I have put together the clockwork pigeon that you are hopefully gazing at now with much wonder! He will carry messages between us, and anyone else you care to write to. The pigeon will find you, no matter where you happen to be, and thus allow me to keep up with your wonderful adventures.
I have become rather specialised in clockwork birds of late. After we met at your wedding, the Duke of Chalkley commissioned our company to make a whole party of peacocks for his pleasure garden. I have to say, I find your old fiancé most charming.
The ghost butterfly sounds extraordinary! Happy hunting – I’m sure it will soon be yours!
Your most loving friend,
Rosa
CHAPTER FIVE
July 1836
Rosa had always had a plan, where marriage was concerned, and she wasn’t going to be persuaded from it by anyone. It was therefore with an immense feeling of dismay that her own feelings had betrayed her at Beatrice’s wedding. She’d just arrived at Half Moon House when she noticed her friend, James Sheppard, giving directions to the under-gardeners regarding the care of the orchids. The sun made his dark brown hair shine and his shirt was rolled up to the elbows, exposing forearms that were unfashionably tanned from his time abroad. And all of a sudden, out of nowhere, and to her dismay, it struck Rosa quite forcefully that he was the most handsome man at the gathering.
This was a notion she knew full well was not true. James was distinctly average-looking by any objective measure, and certainly he wasn’t in any way fashionable. Normally he looked as if he’d just come straight from the stables, and Rosa had never seen him wear a shirt with so much as a single frill or flounce. He was frequently observed outside without a hat. And he never seemed to use a drop of Macassar oil to style his hair. The only explanation was that she was viewing him through a lens – one that was more than mere friendly regard. That she had, in fact, developed deeper feelings for him.