Chapter 22

Gillian bent lower over the toast. Those dreams of a pale young organist with flowing hair and delicate fingers, who would fall in love with her, but whom she would scorn—where were they? ‘She’s own cousin to Mr. Gentle. They’re a very gifted family.’ So Gillian went, after breakfast, with her aunt, and had her first music-lesson. And when she had wandered through the market and seen the shops and helped her aunt to make apple-dumplings and had dinner, she began to long for evening and Mr. Gentle. At least he would…