‘Never mind. We’ll head towards the lake before this mist comes down more heavily. We’ll circle it then head past the stable yard and home. Everyone in agreement?’ Lydia declared that she would go where everyone else was going. ‘The new girl agrees,’ stated Sylvester, a small cigar gripped at the corner of his mouth. ‘What a treat you have in store, my dear.’ Lydia wasn’t sure whether he was being sarcastic or really meant it. ‘I’m sure she’ll enjoy the experience,’ said Robert. ‘Don’t you think so, Agnes?’ ‘Of course she will. There’s nowhere in the world like Heathlands. It’s heaven on earth – even in winter,’ said Agnes, who seemed to keep as close to Robert’s side as she could, sneaking a peak at his face, her cheeks rosy and her eyes shining. Yes. She’s in love with him, thought Lydia. Does he love her? She hoped not. Such a short time and, already, she felt the first stirrings of jealousy – and guilt too, given that Agnes had clearly been sweet on Robert first.
