A Heaven on Earth
A HEAVEN ON EARTH
BARBARA CARTLAND
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Copyright © 2011 by Cartland Promotions
First published on the internet in April 2011
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A HEAVEN ON EARTH
Phyllis sat down looking very serious.
“There be all manner of strange things in this old world, especially here in the West Country, that cannot be accounted for, and I’m sure if she does come to you again, Miss Aurora, you will know just what to do.”
Aurora smiled.
“Thank you Phyllis, I am sure you are right, that is just what Mama would have said.”
She paused for a moment to gaze out of the window at the garden, which was still bathed in winter sunlight.
“What day is it, Phyllis?” she asked. “I have lost all count of time, what with being ill.”
“It be the sixth of January today, miss, the last day of Christmas.”
Aurora sat back and recounted all the extraordinary things that had happened to her since her return home on Christmas Eve.
And now the New Year was already six days old, and there was no knowing what the coming months might bring.
She thought of the Earl, recalling how animated and happy he had appeared as he rode with them to Hadleigh Hall through the snow.
And the thrill that had run over her body when he had invited her to dine with him.
Could it really be the case that she would never feel that wonderful sensation ever again?
THE BARBARA CARTLAND PINK COLLECTION
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She went on writing continuously at this rate for 20 years and wrote her last book at the age of 97, thus completing 400 books between the ages of 77 and 97.
Her publishers finally could not keep up with this phenomenal output, so at her death she left 160 unpublished manuscripts, something again that no other author has ever achieved.
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Titles in this series
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The Cross Of Love
Love In The Highlands
Love Finds The Way
The Castle Of Love
Love Is Triumphant
Stars In The Sky
The Ship Of Love
A Dangerous Disguise
Love Became Theirs
Love Drives In
Sailing To Love
The Star Of Love
Music Is The Soul Of Love
Love In The East
Theirs To Eternity
A Paradise On Earth
Love Wins In Berlin
In Search Of Love
Love Rescues Rosanna
A Heart In Heaven
The House Of Happiness
Royalty Defeated By Love
The White Witch
They Sought Love
Love Is The Reason For Living
They Found Their Way To Heaven
Learning To Love
Journey To Happiness
A Kiss In The Desert
The Heart Of Love
The Richness Of Love
For Ever And Ever
An Unexpected Love
Saved By An Angel
Touching The Stars
Seeking Love
Journey To Love
The Importance Of Love
Love By The Lake
A Dream Come True
The King Without A Heart
The Waters Of Love
Danger To The Duke
A Perfect Way To Heaven
Follow Your Heart
In Hiding
Rivals For Love
A Kiss From The Heart
Lovers In London
This Way To Heaven
A Princess Prays
Mine For Ever
The Earl’s Revenge
Love At The Tower
Ruled By Love
Love Came From Heaven
Love And Apollo
The Keys Of Love
A Castle Of Dreams
A Battle Of Brains
A Change Of Hearts
It Is Love
The Triumph Of Love
Wanted – A Royal Wife
A Kiss Of Love
To Heaven With Love
Pray For Love
The Marquis Is Trapped
Hide And Seek For Love
Hiding from Love
A Teacher Of Love
Money Or Love
The Revelation Is Love
The Tree Of Love
The Magnificent Marquis
The Castle
The Gates of Paradise
A Lucky Star
A Heaven On Earth
THE LATE DAME BARBARA CARTLAND
Barbara Cartland, who sadly died in May 2000 at the grand age of ninety eight, remains one of the world’s most famous romantic novelists. With worldwide sales of over one billion, her outstanding 723 books have been translated into thirty six different languages, to be enjoyed by readers of romance globally.
Writing her first book ‘Jigsaw’ at the age of 21, Barbara became an immediate bestseller. Building upon this initial success, she wrote continuously throughout her life, producing bestsellers for an astonishing 76 years. In addition to Barbara Cartland’s legion of fans in the UK and across Europe, her books have always been immensely popular in the USA. In 1976 she achieved the unprecedented feat of having books at numbers 1 & 2 in the prestigious B. Dalton Bookseller bestsellers list.
In 1991 she became a Dame of the Order of the British Empire for her contribution to literature and her work for humanitarian and charitable causes.
Known for her glamour, style, and vitality Barbara Cartland became a legend in her own lifetime. Best remembered for her wonderful romantic novels and loved by millions of readers worldwide, her books remain treasured for their heroic heroes, plucky heroines and traditional values. But above all, it was Barbara Cartland’s overriding belief in the positive power of love to help, heal and improve the quality of life for everyone that made her truly unique.
“Many times I have been asked, ‘does love really make the world go round, Barbara?’ And I always reply,
‘it does for me. How about you?’”
Barbara Cartland
CHAPTER ONE
1877
“I think we are almost there! We’ve just turned off the road!” Aurora cried, as the carriage swung to the right, lurching and swaying.
“I know that bump in the drive so well. I thought Papa would have fixed it by now.”
She leapt up in her excitement and peered through the carriage window, but it was very steamed up on this icy December day, so she then pulled it open and cold foggy air came flooding in.
“Ouch!” called out Phyllis, her maid, shivering as she huddled to the corner of the seat. “You’ll surely freeze us both to death, Miss Aurora!”
Aurora laughed and pulled up the fur-lined hood of her cloak round her ears.
“Just let me have the first glimpse of Hadleigh Hall and then I’ll shut the window,” she replied and leant out looking longingly up the drive ahead of them.
It was almost a mile from the road to The Hall and the tall trees Aurora’s great-grandfather had planted hid the rolling fields and moors from view.
The carriage rolled swiftly forward, pulled by two powerful grey horses that raced on, eager to return to the stable for their teatime feed.
Aurora gasped in delight as a graceful deer flitted out from the trees and bounded across the drive.
Then she felt her heart melt with joy as she saw the twinkling lights of Hadleigh Hall appear around the bend.
The twisting chimneys and long sloping roof of the old building were silvery with frost and the lights from the windows looked magical through the mist.
“It’s wonderful to be back,” sighed Aurora, taking pity on Phyllis and shutting the window. “I cannot believe that I have been away for four whole months.”
“Oh, Miss Aurora,” came in Phyllis. “I can’t wait for a nice cup of tea after all that nasty French coffee.”
“I’m so sorry, Phyllis, I know how much you hated being stuck in France, but what would I have done at the Finishing School without you?”
She thought of the imposing square building on the Paris boulevard with its endless polished floors and hard beds for the pupils and the strict teachers who taught her so much about etiquette and manners.
When Aurora had arrived in France, she spoke only a few words of the language and she had to work so hard at her French, as well as her drawing and music, to satisfy the high standards of the Finishing School.
It had been such a comfort to have Phyllis with her to chat to in the mornings and after ‘lights out’.
She did not have to struggle to explain to Phyllis about how she wanted her clothes and her hair to look, as she would have had to do if she had been assigned one of the severe French maids who waited on the other girls.
The carriage then came to a sudden stop, the wheels crunching over the gravel and after a moment Thomas, the coachman, opened the door.
Aurora pulled her long cloak around her and taking Thomas’s hand swung herself down to the ground.
“Merry Christmas!”
She looked up to see Lady Hartnell, her stepmother, sweep gracefully down the front steps, her grey hair piled high on her head and her purple silk skirts rustling.
Aurora stood on tiptoe to kiss her stepmother and, as she did so, she could not but notice that the purple of her dress was a little too bright and not quite what the elegant Frenchwomen she had been living with for the last months would have chosen.
“Where is Papa?” enquired Aurora, as she followed Lady Hartnell into the marble-floored hall.
“He is resting, my dear. He will see you when he comes down for dinner. Perhaps you should now go and freshen up, you have had a very long journey.”
She put on her pince-nez to scrutinise Aurora’s face closely, making her feel uncomfortable as she realised that her face must be red and shiny and her hair a mess.
Her bedroom was aglow with the light from the fire burning merrily in the grate and candles casting a warm glow as they flickered on her dressing table.
As soon as the footmen had put down her luggage, Aurora rang the bell for the kitchen maid to bring her tea and toast.
“I know it’s not long for dinner, but I can’t wait,” Aurora muttered, as Phyllis helped her out of her cloak and dress and sat her in front of the mirror to brush the tangles out of her long auburn hair.
“Nor me, miss. I’m proper parched. My, look how long your hair has grown since we was last here.”
Aurora gazed at her reflection and took in her thick auburn curls framing her heart-shaped face and large blue eyes.
There was indeed something different about her and despite the warm childish flush on her cheeks, she realised that the last time she had looked in this mirror, she was still a child and now she was a woman and the thought made her feel strangely excited.
“Can you put my hair up nicely please, Phyllis?” she asked. “I want to look my best for Papa.”
There was a knock on the door and the maid came bustling in with a tray jingling with cups, a huge china teapot and a large silver cover over a plate of hot toast.
“Sit still now or it’ll never be done,” said Phyllis, as she twisted Aurora’s glossy hair into an intricate crown of plaits – the very latest French style.
Aurora turned to face forwards again so that Phyllis could go to work with her comb and hairpins, pinning long plaits up in a graceful knot at the back of her head.
It was so good to be home again and in her familiar bedroom with its flowered chintz curtains and pretty white chinaware on the washstand, but Aurora just could not help wishing for something a little bit more exciting.
Dinner with her Papa and ‘Mama’, as Lady Hartnell insisted on being called, even though she was not Aurora’s real mother, would be a quiet affair.
Papa would ask endless questions about the school in France with Lady Hartnell adding in her own comments, when she was not moaning about the food and criticising the servants waiting at table.
Aurora sighed as she thought of the evening ahead. What a contrast it would be to the crowd of chattering girls she had left behind in France.
At that moment she realised that the time ahead was going to be a quiet and lonely one for her.
Of course, there was always dear Phyllis, who was always happy to talk away.
Phyllis had known Aurora since she was a baby and would probably still be around at Hadleigh Hall when she was old with her beautiful auburn curls turned white.
“There you are Miss Aurora. You’re done and very lovely you are too, prettier than any of them mademoiselles with all their airs and graces!”
Phyllis then brought over the big white bowl from the washstand and started sponging down Aurora’s neck and arms, which was very refreshing after the long journey.
When she had finished, Aurora told her to go and help herself to tea and toast.
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��Aren’t you havin’ any?” asked Phyllis, lifting the silver cover and sniffing the piping hot toast underneath.
“I don’t feel hungry after all.”
Aurora wanted to be quiet for a moment and sip her tea, looking at her reflection in front of the long mirror.
The longing for something exciting to happen was growing stronger inside her and she knew that although she might miss all the fun of schoolgirl chatter about hairstyles and petticoats, there was no going back.
‘I am a woman now,’ she whispered to herself, ‘and a woman needs a man beside her to look after her. I would like to meet someone who cares about me as much as Papa does, but who is there just for me.’
She felt her face become warm at the thought and sure enough, she could see from her reflection that she had gone pink.
“Whatever you be a-dreamin’ about, Miss Aurora, you’d better stop,” murmured Phyllis, finishing a mouthful of toast and wiping her hands carefully, before she lifted a beautiful green silk dress from the bed.
“Thank you, Phyllis,” muttered Aurora glancing at the clock on the mantelpiece her Papa had given her for her twelfth birthday. “It’s nearly time for dinner, I know.”
The dress was a perfect fit, complemented by touches of pale green lace at the shoulders. At the back was a fashionable bustle covered in matching lace, which made Aurora look even more womanly and grown-up.
“Here, Miss Aurora – ” Phyllis ran over to the windowsill where a tall red flowered geranium stood proudly in a china pot, and pulled off some of the bright red petals.
She rubbed the petals between her fingers and went to rub the colour onto Aurora’s lips and cheeks.
“No!” cried Aurora, suddenly feeling embarrassed. “I don’t think Papa would approve.”
“Why? All girls do it! They used to do it even when I was a girl. I don’t see no harm in it, miss.”
“Not tonight,”
Aurora pushed Phyllis gently away, feeling sad that there would be no one at the dinner to appreciate her subtle natural colouring.
Suddenly there was loud booming crash.
It was Treginnis, the butler, beating the gong.