Perhaps her dream of love was only a dream
"Working nights in a London hospital is no life for a young girl!" Her mother hadn't actually said it, but Judith knew she was thinking it.In a way, Judith agreed, but what else could she do? Marry Nigel? No, she didn't love him. She had no great feeling for any man—except Charles Cresswell—and that was certainly not love. But could her feeling possibly have any bearing on her agreeing to nurse his mother in his home?