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Show Page 181 round to wish us well, I felt not the elation I had hoped would come from such an occasion. My heart lay leaden within my breast. Anne gave me a hug. "You silly fool," she hissed in my ear. "You wed the wrong man. I pray you shall not live to regret your choice." "Once you told me I was a fool to say nay to Richard," I chided. "That was before I saw you together with John. You have broken his heart this day." "I doubt not but his heart will soon be mended in the arms of Jane Fiske," I said. The thought was a pain that stabbed my own heart. Anne just shook her head, her freckles near popping from her face with vexation. I turned to see John and Jane standing at the edge of the crowd. While her eyes were upon Richard, John gazed upon my face with such sorrow I could do naught but look away. I feared Anne was right-and I longed to weep. It was late before we went to our beds that night, for Margaret had insisted Richard stay for supper and we sat long into the evening. I spoke little, but I did not think my silence was noted. Jane, too was quiet, behavior unusual for her when a man was about. |
