Chapter 87

Taking the woman's advice, Marguerite and Jacob sauntered down the small cobbled path leading into the nearest village. Within minutes, they reached a stream spanned by a stone arch bridge. Beneath it, the river was gloriously bathed in the sunlight, golden flashes shimmering on its softly rippling surface. At either edge, wild bluebells began to reveal their blossoms, stretching out in rich blue carpets along the riverside. Again the spectacle took Marguerite's breath away. She stopped to admire the view.

"I've never seen anything like this in London. Everywhere you look you can only see rows of buildings and gloomy sky."

"Nobody has taken you to travel before?" asked Jacob, furtively relishing the look of wonder on her face.

"Never. My father was too busy working. Matthew followed in his footsteps, he almost never left the club," She paused for a second, then added, "Until he met Lady A."

"He is such a fool."

His voice was soft, but she could hear the intense earnestness in his voi