Rebecca asked as she descended the stairs the following Sunday morning, “would you please have the carriage brought around?” “Yes, my lady,” he answered. He sent a lad running to the stable with the message. Turning back to her, he watched as she adjusted her gloves and settled her bonnet more securely on her dark hair. “If my lord should ask, whom shall I tell him you are calling on this morning?” With a chuckle, she said, “For your and Nicholas’s information, I’m going to church.” He nodded, hiding his surprise. The only church in town belonged to the Church of England. That Lady Foxbridge had practiced the rites of a different sect had been well circulated throughout the house with almost as much interest as if it had been announced she believed in witchcraft. He did not say anything of that as she waved lightly and went out the door. Thanking Sims for holding the carriage door, she entered the carriage. It seemed so empty without Nicholas with her, but she needed to get away from Foxbridge Cloister and the sweet ties which were urging her never to leave.
