Chapter 215

However, as it proved how hard he must have worked these past few weeks, allowing himself very little leisure even in the evenings, he had not had much time to make social contact even at Shelley’s place.

Somehow she felt relieved that he did not go to the Baker's residence and was not sure why she had that feeling because it did not matter where he would go to socialize. It was none of her business. 

She went over to the window and looked outside at the beautiful view of the fields beyond her the Mill stretched green and bare to the skyline with the sheep that were grazing placidly in the sun and the high clouds sailing over them she had loved the view every morning when she worked with her father. 

Suddenly she heard the door behind her open and she knew without looking that he had come into the room. 

She could feel the drought from the outside stairway, But she waited until he had closed the door and crossed the room he came to stand beside