Chapter 8

Offering his hand to help her to her feet, Matthew looked up at the darkening sky.

"Since it's beginning to get dark, we better take shelter."

She looked around and frowned.

"I don't see any tavern or inn around here."

For the umpteenth time in less than a day, he sighed.

"Even if there happens to be any, we won't be able to afford it."

"Then where are we going to sleep tonight?"

A few hours later, Matthew folded his arms behind the head and gazed up into the night sky. A short distance from him, Arabella had settled herself under a tree. She turned her back on him, and after long minutes, she seemed to be falling asleep. As the night crept by, his mind wandered off. Jeremy. She called the name in delirium. Did she go a thousand miles to see him? Again he experienced a bitter pang of jealousy. He must be a man of the same class, a suitable match for her... But if so, why'd she tr