106. Love's Dream in Peril
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Love's Dream in Peril
BARBARA CARTLAND
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LOVE’S DREAM IN PERIL
But Adella had never felt anything quite like the glow that was now spreading through her whole body and pulling her towards the young man who stood beside her.
In another moment she would be in his arms and everything would be forgotten.
Digby let go of her hand.
“I am sorry,” he said.
Adella knew that she must hurry, that there was still a little way to walk to the teashop and then the long road back out of town to Mottram’s, but she could not.
The golden spell of the Botanical Gardens did not want to let her go and her steps were slow and heavy as she walked beside Digby to the entrance.
As they stood beside the great stone archway, he drew her to him.
“We must leave this other world we have stepped into,” he sighed, “but before we do – ”
Adella felt all her breath leave her body as his lips touched hers.
It was the sweetest sensation, as if all the sunshine, the heavenly scents of the gardens, every blissful moment of the magical time she had spent with him, was caught up in his kiss.
Then he released her.
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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 Healing Hand
A Virgin Bride
The Trail to Love
A Royal Love Match
A Steeplechase for Love
Love at Last
Search for a Wife
Secret Love
A Miracle of Love
Love and the Clans
A Shooting Star
The Winning Post is Love
They Touched Heaven
The Mountain of Love
The Queen Wins
Love and the Gods
Joined by Love
The Duke is Deceived
A Prayer For Love
Love Conquers War
A Rose in Jeopardy
A Call of Love
A Flight to Heaven
She Wanted Love
A Heart Finds Love
A Sacrifice for Love
Love's Dream in Peril
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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.
Although she is often referred to as the ‘Queen of Romance’, Barbara Cartland also wrote several historical biographies, six autobiographies and numerous theatrical plays as well as books on life, love, health and cookery. Becoming one of Britain's most popular media personalities and dressed in her trademark pink, Barbara spoke on radio and television about social and political issues, as well as making many public appearances.
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.
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“No sacrifice is too great for love.”
Barbara Cartland
CHAPTER ONE
1880
“I cannot believe it’s the end of term. Tomorrow we will both be leaving here forever!” seventeen-year-old Adella May said to her dearest friend Jane Hartley, as they both prepared to go into the Chapel for early Morning Prayers, a ritual at Mottram’s School for Young Ladies.
Jane sighed,
“All good things must come to an end.”
Adella leapt up from her dressing table, where she had been sitting to comb out her glorious mane of golden curly hair.
“Don’t be miserable, Jane. Please! Endings lead to beginnings, all sorts of good things might happen to us!”
The two girls, both orphans, had grown up together at the school and had always been inseparable.
As they stood in the bright June sunlight streaming in through the window of Adella’s bedroom, they could not have looked more different.
Adella was a slight girl, small in stature with bright gold hair and brown eyes the colour of rich honey.
Her complexion was fresh and clear and she was almost always seen with a smile on her face, for everything about her glowed with light and warmth and the joy of life.
Jane Hartley was tall and slender with smooth black hair, dark eyes and a pale ivory complexion. Jane rarely smiled, as she was a thoughtful girl, but, when she did, the true sweetness of her character shone out of her face.
“No doubt they will, Adella. Shall we go down?” Janer suggested.
Adella put a comb through her hair one last time.
“There’s just one little knot I can’t untangle, but if I use this, I’m sure old Mottram will not notice!”
And she twisted a pink ribbon around her curls and tied it in a graceful bow.
The girls at the school were not allowed to wear pink, but Adella was a favourite of the Headmistress, Mrs. Mottram, and sometimes she would get away with it.
“I cannot wait to have my own lady’s maid, when I move to London,” she said. “I hope that she is young and cheerful, not like Pargetter.”
Pargetter was the stout Oxfordshire countrywoman who acted as maid to the older pupils at the school. Being ordered about by so many young ladies sometimes made her very irritable indeed.
“Well, you shall soon find out!” Jane replied. “And how will you get on with your Uncle Edgar?”
Uncle Edgar was Adella’s Guardian, her father’s older brother, and he lived in a big house in London.
“I hardly know him,” Adella answered. “He has always been very generous in paying for everything while I have been at school. But he is always away, working in India. I have only met him a few times.”
Each time he came to the school, he asked Adella if she still enjoyed her lessons and told her that he hoped she would be very good and do as she was told. He never once asked her what she had bought with the money that he sent to her from India.
“Come on,” Jane interrupted her thoughts. “We’ll be late for Prayers.”
The two girls left Adella’s bright sunny bedroom and went to the Chapel at the back of the house in Oxford where Mrs. Mottram kept her School for Young Ladies.
Mr. Mottram had been a Captain in the Navy and had been lost at sea many years before.
His widow, a large woman with a severe expression and a mass of thick grey hair rolled on her forehead, ran her school with the same tight discipline that her husband had employed on his ship.
She cast a stern eye towards Jane and Adella as they hurried into the Chapel as they were the last to arrive.
When Prayers were over and a moment of peaceful silence had descended upon the rows of schoolgirls, all in the school uniform of grey dresses with white collars, the Headmistress rose to her feet to address them,
“It has come to that time of year when we must bid farewell to those pupils who have completed their studies at the school,” she began.
Adella stared down at her white-gloved hands and hoped that Mrs. Mottram would not say anything about her pink ribbon. Surely she would not single her out for any criticism when she was about to leave the school forever?
But the Headmistress did not seem to notice it.
“It is my dearest wish,” she carried on, “that those who leave us will take with them not just the fluent French, the elegant dancing, the skilful drawing, without which no young woman may call herself a Lady, but will also take with them the true values of refinement and character.”
Adella stifled a yawn. Old Mottram did go on a bit.
It was difficult to keep concentrating on the long rambling speech when she was longing for her breakfast. “So I shall say no more at this time.” At last the Headmistress was drawing to a conclusion. “But I should like to ask each of those pupils who are leaving us to come to my study for a private interview after breakfast.”
She then dismissed the assembly of girls and there was a rumbling of feet and a flutter of hymn books as the long line of pupils hurried off to breakfast.
“What do you suppose she will say to us?” Adella asked, as she helped herself to bread and jam.
“Something about how we must always be ladylike and set a good example. Isn’t that what she always says?” Jane replied.
Adella laughed.
“Do you think Mrs. Mottram lies awake at night, worrying in case one of her ex-pupils misbehaves and casts a bad light on the school?”
“I am sure she does,” Jane replied and her heart sank as she saw the figure of the Headmistress beckoning to her. “It looks as if I am the first for a lecture!”
“Good luck!” Adella wished her, as Jane hurried away from the table.
“Jane Hartley, I have little to say but good about your work,” Mrs. Mottram began, sitting upright in her red velvet armchair. “You apply yourself to your studies with energy and intelligence.”
“Thank you, ma’am,” Jane said.
It was a rare event to receive such praise from the Headmistress and she ought to feel proud and happy, but something about the way Mrs. Mottram was looking at her made her feel uneasy.
“It is always a great responsibility to stand in loco parentis and I am sure that I don’t need to translate, Jane, for I know that you have a good knowledge o
f Latin.”
Jane nodded as Mrs. Mottram was referring to the fact that Jane’s mother had died some years before and her father even longer ago.
“Especially when the young person, as in your case, has no family at all and is without means of support.”
Jane was feeling increasingly uncomfortable. It was true that she had no fortune, as her dear Mama had died penniless, all her money gambled away by her stepfather. But what was Mrs. Mottram getting at?
“I have incurred considerable expense and devoted a great deal of time and attention to your education, Jane. So I am pleased that you have worked so hard and been so diligent a pupil.”
Jane thanked her again for her kind words.
“I understand that you would wish to take a post as a Governess. And I should be happy to offer you board and lodgings at the school for your services as a teacher.”
Jane was taken by surprise.
She had a small amount of money saved up and had hoped to rent a room somewhere until she could find work as a Governess.
“What do you say?” Mrs. Mottram frowned. “I should think that you might be grateful to have the means of returning the kindness I have done to you in keeping you at the school for so long without any fees being paid.”
“Yes – I – ”
Deep down inside, Jane did not want to accept the offer, but she could not think how to refuse.
“Good.” The frown melted from the Headmistress’s face. “I am glad you are showing such good sense, Jane. I must say, I have been quite worried that you might intend to continue your friendship with Adella May – ”
“We will always be friends!” Jane said quickly.
Mrs. Mottram shook her grey head.
“It is one thing, Jane, to befriend Adella while you are schoolgirls. I had wondered in the past if it was wise to allow you to become so close.”
“She is my dearest friend!”
“Indeed. But pause and consider. Adella will come into a considerable fortune left to her when her father and mother so sadly passed away in India. She will be one of the richest young women in England. And you will be a penniless Governess. How may you continue to be friends in such different circumstances?”
“What do you mean?”