Thank heavens he had not seen her tears. Wiping them away, she stood still at the window, looking down into Papa’s garden below. The lilac was in full bloom, she noted absently. Alex kissed me. It is full daylight out. We are not even in our own house and he kissed me. What does it mean? How long she had waited for some sign of affection from him when they were not alone in their bedroom in the dark? She had thought the waltz at the ball had been the start of things. His eyes had looked softly into hers, lit by the knowledge of the new child they were to have. But then Anabella had ruined that illusion. Felicity was more confused the longer she thought about Alex’s moment of affection. Why had she cut it off so abruptly, returning his thoughts to Elizabeth? Why had she verbally pushed him away? I want him to choose. I want him to make a definite choice between Elizabeth and me. And I am terribly afraid he is going to choose her. Why would he not? She was doing her best to force the issue.
