They Found their Way to Heaven
THEY FOUND THEIR WAY TO HEAVEN
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THEY FOUND THEIR WAY TO HEAVEN
“But you grieve for him still?” the Duke enquired, in the same gentle voice, laying his other hand on her shoulder.
“Please do not ask me to talk about him,” she said hurriedly.
“Of course.”
He looked into her face.
“I treat you very badly, don’t I?”
“Oh, no, you are kinder than I deserve.”
“I am very sure than I am not,” he added with a touch of sadness in his voice.
Then to her amazement and perhaps his own, he drew her close to him and laid his lips against her forehead.
She stared at him, shaken to the soul. For a moment his mouth seemed very near and her heart began to beat faster.
Then a sudden noise from outside startled them.
Elvina turned away quickly, one instant before Violet came in with a housemaid bearing tea.
“Here we are,” Violet announced. “Tea for everybody!”
“Not for me,” the Duke muttered hastily. “I must be going.”
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Titles in this series
1. The Cross of Love
2. Love in the Highlands
3. Love Finds the Way
4. The Castle of Love
5. Love is Triumphant
6. Stars in the Sky
7. The Ship of Love
8. A Dangerous Disguise
9. Love Became Theirs
10. Love drives in
11. Sailing to Love
12. The Star of Love
13. Music is the Soul of Love
14. Love in the East
15. Theirs to Eternity
16. A Paradise on Earth
17. Love Wins in Berlin
18. In search of Love
19. Love Rescues Rosanna
20. A Heart in Heaven
21. The House of Happiness
22. Royalty Defeated by Love
23. The White Witch
24. They Sought Love
25. Love is the Reason for Living
26. They found their way to Heaven
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CHAPTER ONE
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1869
“Wilt thou take this man to thy lawful wedded husband – ?”
The Church was hushed as everyone waited for the bride to say, “I will.”
When it came, her response was strong and clear. This was the man she loved and she was claiming him with all the fervour of her being, just as he had claimed her.
Lady Elvina Winwood, watching them fondly, was delighted at the sight of her cousin Claudia, who had found perfect happiness. James was a fine young man and this was a splendid wedding.
How beautiful the bride is, Elvina thought, as she offered her left hand to James so that he could place the ring on her finger. Her dress was glorious, all satin and tulle, decorated with lace. The lace veil on her head was a family heirloom.
How beautiful and how gloriously happy! Only true love could bring that kind of joy.
Suddenly the picture of Andrew came into Elvina’s mind. Captain Andrew Broadmoor, an ex-army offi
cer who had recently taken up residence on his estate close to hers. He was young, handsome and his passion for horses equalled her own.
When she had left Derbyshire to come to London for her cousin’s wedding, Andrew had kissed her hand and told her that she must return soon. There had been a look in his dark eyes that had made her tremble.
Now she seemed to feel the imprint of his lips once more on her hand and remembered the way her heart had beaten faster.
“With this ring, I thee wed – ”
The bride and groom were proceeding with the marriage service, becoming truly united.
And then something strange seemed to happen.
Suddenly the bridal couple were no longer Claudia and James, but Elvina and Andrew.
She looked at her cousin in the glorious white gown and veil and saw herself. And the groom, bestowing such an adoring look in his bride, was Andrew.
‘It is true,’ she thought blissfully. ‘I love Andrew and he loves me. When I return home he will ask me to be his wife, and soon we shall be the bridal couple standing before the altar.’
“I now pronounce you man and wife.”
The organ swelled and the happy couple turned to leave the Church. Everywhere there were glowing smiles.
The widowed Lady Tranbourn, Elvina’s Aunt Alice, was full of triumph at seeing her daughter make such a fine match.
“There,” she sighed. “Didn’t that go well, Elvina? Elvina?”
Elvina came out of her blissful trance. She felt as though she was bursting with joy at what was happening to her. She knew now that Andrew was the right man for her.
“Yes, aunt,” she breathed, “it was a beautiful wedding.”
Together they walked out of the Church. It was St. George’s, Hanover Square, for, as Aunt Alice had insisted, “everybody who’s anybody marries there.”
Outside there were carriages waiting to take them back to Tranbourn House in Grosvenor Street, where a huge glittering reception was to take place.
“Well, I hope you are now convinced what an exciting place London can be,” Aunt Alice told Elvina as they travelled home. “We don’t see you nearly often enough. It is too bad of you to hide yourself away in Derbyshire.”
“Dear aunt, it is so kind of you to want me to stay, but my life is in Derbyshire, caring for the estate and Papa’s horses.”
“You say ‘Papa’s horses’ as though he was still alive. But they are your horses now.”
“Yes,” Elvina agreed a little sadly. “It is just that I was always so close to Papa, I still think of everything as his.”
Her father had died a year ago, leaving her a large estate, a good deal of money and fifty magnificent horses which, after his daughter, were the love of his life.
Lord Winwood had been an Earl and his title plus a certain amount of money had been entailed and had descended to a cousin. But his house and estate and the bulk of his fortune had gone to his beloved daughter, Elvina.
“You still miss him, don’t you?” Aunt Alice said gently.
“Yes, terribly. Ever since Mama died four years ago, Papa and I were everything to each other. Now he has gone too.”
“And you are living all alone in that great house.”
“I am not alone. I have Margaret. We get on very well.”
“My dear! A paid companion! And a poor relation at that.”
“Aunt, dear!” Elvina protested, laughing. “What a terrible way to describe poor Margaret.”
“She is a paid companion, isn’t she?”
“Well, yes, but – ”
“And she is a poor relation of your father’s family.”
“Papa engaged her in the last year of his life so that I should not be all alone when he died. We chose her because she is my own age and we have a lot of interests in common. She too loves riding.”
“Oh, well, there is nothing more to be said,” Aunt Alice remarked ironically. “If she is a good rider what else is needed?”
“Nothing very much,” Elvina admitted with a little laugh.
“I always said that nobody who visited your home would know that your father was an Earl. A horse-breeder perhaps, but not an Earl.”
“Well, he was a horse-breeder,” Elvina conceded. “Everyone in the district came to him for horses because his animals were always the best. I only hope I can keep up his standards. Did you know that if a horse – ?”
“Enough!” Aunt Alice raised her hand imperiously. “From your father I had to endure endless equine talk. From you I cannot and will not. Cease, immediately. When we reach the reception you will doubtless find some young man who will indulge you on the subject.”
But young men were more likely to want to talk to Elvina about herself. They would rave about her glossy chestnut curls, her deep green eyes, the hint of a dimple in her chin.
Elvina did not find her own beauty an object of interest and rapidly grew bored with such talk.
Andrew did not pay her extravagant compliments, although she knew that he admired her looks. He talked about horses, for he too was proud of his stable. And sometimes she would turn and find him looking at her in a way that made her heart skip a beat.
“And talking of young men,” Aunt Alice resumed, “when are we going to hear of your marriage?”
“Aunt, please!” Elvina could not help herself blushing and her aunt saw it.
“So there is someone? Why haven’t you brought him to the point? All right, you don’t have to tell me that I am a nosy busy-body. Marrying people off is one of my pleasures in life. Just see to it that he does not take too long.”
To Elvina’s relief they had now reached Tranbourn House. The reception swallowed them up and saved her from further inquisition.
After her revelation about Andrew, Elvina found that everything looked different. In a few weeks the glowing bride might be herself. She longed for the party to be over, so that she could be alone to think about Andrew and luxuriate in her love.
“Elvina dear,” Aunt Alice called her over, “have you ever met Lady Croften? You both come from the same part of the world.”
It turned out that Lady Croften came from Cumberland, but Aunt Alice, a Londoner to her fingertips, somehow felt that anywhere in the northern part of the country must be all the same. Neither of her listeners disillusioned her.
They fell into discussion of the bride.
“I have always been so lucky,” Aunt Alice sighed. “Claudia has been a wonderful daughter and I know she will make her husband a superb wife.”
“It is because you have brought her up so well,” Lady Croften remarked.
“I have done my best, but she is very sensible and she had the most excellent reports from every school she attended.”
“Then you really have been lucky,” Lady Croften agreed. “I was hearing only yesterday how the Duke of Castleforde is having a great deal of trouble with his sister. He is my neighbour in Cumberland, you know.”
“I believe he is a very great man,” Aunt Alice commented.
“Oh, yes,” Lady Croften said. “Personally he can be charming, but he is a grandee with one of the oldest and most significant titles in the country. Naturally he is proud and wants Lady Violet to be a credit to him and to the family name.”
“I have often heard you talking about him,” Aunt Alice added.
“He inherited when he was very young and his sister was only a baby. Three years ago his mother died and now he has to look after the girl.”
She sighed as she continued,
“Of course for a young man it is a strenuous task which so far, from all I hear, he finds almost impossible.”
“But why?” Aunt Alice asked curiously.
“Well, the girl just refuses to learn anything. She keeps saying she does not want to be clever. I understand they have employed governess after governess.
“I am sorry for him, because I was very fond of his mother. I met him recently when he was on a visit to London. He asked me if I knew of a governess for his si
ster and admitted, rather reluctantly, how many governesses she had been through already.”
“How many were there?” Elvina asked.
“About half-a-dozen, as far as I can remember. I put him in touch with an excellent woman who was governess to my own girls and she took the job. But she walked out in a month.”
There was a small commotion. The bride was ready to retire and don her travelling clothes. Aunt Alice smiled and excused herself.
A lull fell over the party. Nothing could happen now until Claudia came downstairs to depart with her new husband.
At last, to everyone’s relief, Claudia appeared and descended the stairs while the guests applauded. She was still carrying her wedding bouquet and she glanced mischievously around before tossing it away.
The bouquet soared high into the air and seemed to hover.
‘If I catch it,’ Elvina thought, ‘I will marry Andrew. If I don’t – ’
But that was unthinkable.
The bouquet plunged down straight into Elvina’s arms.
She could not stop herself giving a big sigh of relief, which everyone saw and roared with laughter.
“Come on, Elvina! Tell us who he is.”
But she only smiled and buried her face in the flowers to hide her blushes.
Suddenly she could not bear to stay in London a moment longer. She longed to go home to Derbyshire and see Andrew again. Then she could look into his eyes and know that he felt the same as her.
She joined in the cheers as the happy couple departed for the station. Then she sought out her aunt.
“Dear Aunt Alice, you have been so kind having me to stay and I have really been very happy – ”
“But you are missing the young man you were thinking of when you caught the bouquet,” her aunt added kindly. “I understand. But you must promise to bring him to see me as soon as possible.”
“I will. I promise. And I will write to you just as soon as everything is settled.”
That night Elvina packed her things with the help of Aunt Alice’s maid.
As she snuggled down in bed, she sighed blissfully thinking over the time she had known Andrew and how those wonderful weeks had all been building up to their marriage.