Eventually Owen took Virginia's arm and escorted her to the waiting carriage. He handed her up into the cab, got in and closed the door.

"I take it your visit with your sister and her mother went well?" he asked.

"Yes," Virginia said. "Very well."

Owen smiled and pulled her into his arms. His eyes, those dark, haunted eyes that she had sensed from the beginning could promise heaven or hell now promised a lifetime of love.