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Chapters (56)
  1. Cover
  2. RITA BRADSHAW
  3. Acknowledgements
  4. Prologue
  5. PART ONE
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. Chapter Six
  12. Chapter Seven
  13. Chapter Eight
  14. PART TWO
  15. Chapter Nine
  16. Chapter Ten
  17. Chapter Eleven
  18. Chapter Twelve
  19. Chapter Thirteen
  20. Chapter Fourteen
  21. Chapter Fifteen
  22. PART THREE
  23. Chapter Sixteen
  24. Chapter Seventeen
  25. Chapter Eighteen
  26. Chapter Nineteen
  27. Chapter Twenty
  28. Chapter Twenty-One
  29. PART FOUR
  30. Chapter Twenty-Two
  31. Chapter Twenty-Three
  32. Chapter Twenty-Four
  33. Chapter Twenty-Five
  34. PART FIVE
  35. Chapter Twenty-Six
  36. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  37. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  38. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  39. PART SIX
  40. Chapter Thirty
  41. Chapter Thirty-One
  42. Chapter Thirty-Two
  43. Chapter Thirty-Three
  44. Chapter Thirty-Four
  45. Epilogue
  46. Dancing in the Moonlight
  47. Beyond the Veil of Tears
  48. The Colours of Love
  49. Snowflakes in the Wind
  50. A Winter Love Song
  51. Beneath a Frosty Moon
  52. One Snowy Night
  53. The Storm Child
  54. The People’s Friend
  55. The Winter Rose
  56. By Rita Bradshaw

Estelle had told the maid who had shown them in to bring coffee and cakes and hot cocoa for the children, and once they were settled, she turned to Rose, speaking in a soft, gentle tone as she said, ‘It is lovely to meet you at last, we have heard so much about you.’

Rose blushed, she couldn’t help it. There hadn’t been a trace of disapproval or condescension in either Lawrence or Estelle’s manner, but the situation was what it was and she suspected they wouldn’t have chosen someone like her for their friend, not with all the difficulties such a match presented.

‘I’ve heard a lot about you too,’ Rose said quietly. ‘Alexander is very fond of you both, and the children of course.’

‘Ah, yes, he is a very – how do you say it – “hands-on” godfather. When Nicholas was born he was nearly as excited as Lawrence.’ Estelle’s smile faded. ‘That seems a long time ago now.’

The men were having their own conversation and it emboldened Rose to murmur, ‘I’m so sorry about Lawrence’s accident. Things must have been very difficult for you both.’

‘Yes, this is true. Lawrence has fought his disabilities every inch of the way but has finally accepted what the doctors said all along – that he will not walk again.’ Estelle was speaking in such a low voice now that Rose, even seated next to her as she was, could barely hear her. ‘My mama thinks this is a good thing but I am not so sure. While he was fighting, hard though it was, it gave him purpose, something to strive for, yes? But now this is not so. The army was his life and he needs something to replace it, and I fear family life is not enough.’

‘What about the farm? Alexander said it is a good productive business.’

‘Yes, this is so, but my husband is no farmer, besides which we have a very able farm manager who takes care of it all, so there is little for Lawrence to do. He – he suffers more in his mind than his body.’

Again Rose murmured, ‘I’m so sorry.’

‘But you also have known heartache, losing your husband and being left with a young child. She is delightful, your Betsy. Rosaleen has been so excited to know that you were coming to stay. With Nicholas away at school I fear life is dull for her most of the time. She has her lessons with her governess, of course, but poor Miss Lyndon is herself rather staid and unimaginative, timid, you know? An excellent governess in many respects, of course, but both the children take after their father and are, shall we say, adventurous?’ She glanced across at her husband then, whose venturesome days were over. ‘But here am I, talking about adventure when you have begun your own business. You know all about adventure, yes?’