TO HEAVEN WITH LOVE
BARBARA CARTLAND
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TO HEAVEN WITH LOVE
“You will find the wedding gown in that very large trunk over there,” she indicated, hoping that Audrey could not hear her voice trembling.
The maid opened the trunk, lifted out the long white gown and shook out the folds of silk.
“I will need to hang it, my Lady, for there are some creases from the packing. Why, whatever is the matter?”
Dorianna had lost her battle to keep from crying and the tears were running down her cheeks.
She was so upset that for a while she could not speak.
“But look, my Lady! No one in the world has ever worn such a beautiful gown as this – ”
Audrey held up the wedding dress against herself, trying to cheer up Dorianna with its beauty.
“Look how it will hang when you wear it, you will seem like an angel in white!”
Dorianna looked up at the young maid, at her pretty heart-shaped face above the white silk of the dress and at her golden hair peeping out from under her cap.
Audrey would indeed make a lovely bride when her own wedding day came.
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Titles in this series
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1. The Cross Of Love
2. Love In The Highlands
3. Love Finds The Way
4. The Castle Of Love
5. Love Is Triumphant
6. Stars In The Sky
7. The Ship Of Love
8. A Dangerous Disguise
9. Love Became Theirs
10. Love Drives In
11. Sailing To Love
12. The Star Of Love
13. Music Is The Soul Of Love
14. Love In The East
15. Theirs To Eternity
16. A Paradise On Earth
17. Love Wins In Berlin
18. In Search Of Love
19. Love Rescues Rosanna
20. A Heart In Heaven
21. The House Of Happiness
22. Royalty Defeated By Love
23. The White Witch
24. They Sought Love
25. Love Is The Reason For Living
26. They Found Their Way To Heaven
27. Learning To Love
28. Journey To Happiness
29. A Kiss In The Desert
30. The Heart Of Love
31. The Richness Of Love
32. For Ever And Ever
33. An Unexpected Love
34. Saved By An Angel
35. Touching The Stars
36. Seeking Love
37. Journey To Love
38. The Importance Of Love
39. Love By The Lake
40. A Dream Come True
41. The King Without A Heart
42. The Waters Of Love
43. Danger To The Duke
44. A Perfect Way To Heaven
45. Follow Your Heart
46. In Hiding
47. Rivals For Love
48. A Kiss From The Heart
49. Lovers In London
50. This Way To Heaven
51. A Princess Prays
52. Mine For Ever
53. The Earl’s Revenge
54. Love At The Tower
55. Ruled By Love
56. Love Came From Heaven
57. Love And Apollo
58. The Keys Of Love
59. A Castle Of Dreams
60. A Battle Of Brains
61. A Change Of Hearts
62. It Is Love
63. The Triumph Of Love
64. Wanted – A Royal Wife
65. A Kiss Of Love
66. To Heaven With Love
THE LATE DAME BARBARA CARTLAND
Barbara Cartland, who sadly died in May 2000 at the grand age of ninety eight, remains one of the world’s most famous romantic novelists. With worldwide sales of over one billion, her outstanding 723 books have been translated into thirty six different languages, to be enjoyed by readers of romance globally.
Writing her first book ‘Jigsaw’ at the age of 21, Barbara became an immediate bestseller. Building upon this initial success, she wrote continuously throughout her life, producing bestsellers for an astonishing 76 years. In addition to Barbara Cartland’s legion of fans in the UK and across Europe, her books have always been immensely popular in the USA. In 1976 she achieved the unprecedented feat of having books at numbers 1 & 2 in the prestigious B. Dalton Bookseller bestsellers list.
Although she is often referred to as the ‘Queen of Romance’, Barbara Cartland also wrote several historical biographies, six autobiographies and numerous theatrical plays as well as books on life, love, health and cookery. Becoming one of Britain's most popular media personalities and dressed in her trademark pink, Barbara spoke on radio and television about social and political issues, as well as making many public appearances.
In 1991 she became a Dame of the
Order of the British Empire for her contribution to literature and her work for humanitarian and charitable causes.
Known for her glamour, style, and vitality Barbara Cartland became a legend in her own lifetime. Best remembered for her wonderful romantic novels and loved by millions of readers worldwide, her books remain treasured for their heroic heroes, plucky heroines and traditional values. But above all, it was Barbara Cartland’s overriding belief in the positive power of love to help, heal and improve the quality of life for everyone that made her truly unique.
“When I am in love, I am always in Heaven”
Barbara Cartland
CHAPTER ONE
1894
Lady Dorianna Dale looked down at the exquisite white silk nightgown trimmed with delicate lace that she held in her hands.
She had already folded five others of similar beauty and laid them in the large leather trunk, but she had to stop for a moment and hold this one up to her cheek.
It felt heavenly, so soft and fine.
‘I am so lucky,’ mused Dorianna. ‘I have so many beautiful things, I should be the happiest girl in the world!’
Before she had time to ask herself why she was not feeling in any way happy and why, in fact, her heart was heavy with dread and apprehension, there came a knock at her bedroom door.
“Come in,” she called out.
It was Marjorie, her Mama’s elderly maid. Tall and thin with straight greying hair under her white cap, the old woman peered round the door.
“Her Ladyship sent me to enquire if you wished for some assistance,” said Marjorie, looking at the pile of linen underclothes that lay on the bed, waiting to be packed into the long row of trunks and boxes lined up on the floor.
Marjorie had been a part of the family for as long as Dorianna could remember.
By all rights, as a young lady of just eighteen years, Dorianna should have her own maid to look after her, but there had been no money to spare since her Papa had died, and somehow the arrangements had never been made and she was still sharing the faithful Marjorie with her Mama.
“How kind of you, Marjorie! But look, I am almost finished. There’s only this last trunk to pack.”
Marjorie was kept exceedingly busy looking after Dorianna’s Mama and had very little spare time, so when Dorianna was still a young girl she had taken care to teach her the skilful art of packing her own trunk, folding all the garments so that when they were unpacked, they emerged looking pristine and fresh without any wrinkles or creases.
Marjorie now hobbled over to Dorianna and took the nightgown in her work-worn hands that were swollen and twisted with arthritis.
“This French lace is the best in the world,” she said. “It’s made by nuns, locked up in a Convent. Many months it takes them, so they say. Look how pretty it is, my dear, with those tiny butterflies all over – ”
She held up the nightgown and shook it out.
Dorianna looked at the fine lace hanging gracefully around the sleeves and the collar. She had not noticed that there were tiny lace butterflies, which twisted and fluttered through the intricate pattern.
“They’re lovely, aren’t they?”
But, as she was looking at the fragile wings of the delicate insects, she could not help thinking they looked as if they were trapped.
Dorianna shuddered.
The fine threads of lace were like a cobweb tangled around the little insects, imprisoning them so they would never be free.
Marjorie handed the nightgown back to her.
Dorianna swiftly folded it up and laid it inside the trunk, trying not to look at the butterflies again.
“Just think, my dear,” Marjorie was saying, smiling at Dorianna. “The next time you see that nightgown, you will be a married lady!”
“Yes, indeed I shall!”
Dorianna closed the lid of the trunk quickly.
She struggled to bring a smile to her face, although her heart felt heavy as she added,
“It’s wonderful – isn’t it?”
“Your dear Mama, her Ladyship, is so very proud of you!” replied Marjorie, her wrinkled cheeks flushing with excitement. “You’ve made such a good match – ”
Suddenly Dorianna felt faint and hot.
She turned away from the old woman and looked out of the window.
Marjorie chuckled.
“Oh, bless you, my Lady! I can tell you’re feeling bashful at the thought of it. And quite right, too.”
“Thank you for coming to see me, Marjorie, but I can manage perfectly well with the packing, and I am sure Mama will be needing you to help her dress for dinner.”
Marjorie sighed.
“Yes, indeed. I just don’t know where the hours go these days. But you, my Lady, you have your life before you and all the time in the world to enjoy it!”
Marjorie made her way to the door.
Dorianna waited impatiently for her to be gone.
She felt as if she could not breathe, as if suddenly there was no air at all in her bedroom.
Outside her window the spring sunshine was now lighting up the new green leaves on the trees in the garden.
But Dorianna felt shut away from all the beauty and brightness. A strange heavy feeling was seeping through her body, making her feel uncomfortable and afraid.
The beautiful nightgown had felt so pure and light against her face. Any young girl would be proud to wear it on her honeymoon.
But Dorianna would be with her new husband, Lord Buxton, when she wore the nightgown.
And the thought of him being close to her did not make her feel pure and light.
When Lord Buxton held her hand in his hot sticky clasp, as he had done the night before, her skin prickled with revulsion.
‘But why?’ she asked herself. ‘Why am I being so stupid? Just why do I feel like this, when everyone says I am doing the right thing?’
Somehow she must push the horrible feeling away to the very back of her mind.
She looked out of her window again, where white clouds piled up like cotton wool in the clear blue sky and little birds were flitting in and out of the treetops.
The garden at the back of the house sloped down to a winding stream. It was so wild and beautiful with trees, shrubs and ferns growing over shady pathways and lawns.
Dorianna knew what she must do.
One by one she pulled the pins out of her long fair hair, so that it tumbled down round her shoulders and then she took off her shoes and stockings.
No one was about as her Mama and Step-papa were resting before dinner and the servants were busy preparing food and laying the table.
So nobody saw her as she ran barefoot and silently down the back stairs.
She tiptoed through the boot room and let herself out by a side door into the back garden.
The soft warm May wind ruffled through her hair and at once she began to feel better.
This wild back garden had always been her Papa’s favourite place and often when she was a little girl, he had brought her here.
Now the garden was very overgrown.
The grass was uncut and the branches of trees and shrubs hung over the paths.
But Dorianna did not mind that her feet were wet as she walked through the lush grass or that the rough leaves brushed against her face.
There was no money to pay for a gardener to take care of these hidden places.
Dorianna’s Step-papa insisted that the front garden with its clipped hedges and tidy rose bushes should always look perfect, so that any visitors would be impressed by the view of Ashburton Hall, but he did not care about the back garden, which no one except Dorianna ever visited.
Soon she found herself on the mossy path leading down to the stream.
Peeping through the ferns were the small statues of woodland creatures that she had loved so much as a child.
There was a little stone rabbit, crouching low to the ground and a squirrel, sitting up with a nut in its paws.
There were other statues
, too, amongst the trees.
At the top of a slope under a tall beech tree a stone man with two little horns pushing out of his curly hair was sitting on a rock.
“That’s Pan, my darling,” her Papa had explained. “Look, he’s playing his pipes!”
“Why is he sitting all on his own in the woods?” Dorianna had asked, being just at that age when she asked questions all the time.
“Pan is the God of all wild things,” he had told her. “He would never be happy inside. He lives here and plays his wild music to the animals and plants.”
Dorianna now remembered her Papa’s words as she looked up at Pan’s face. His lips were curved into a smile, but his expression was somehow sad and happy at the same time.
‘Just like I am today!’ she thought. ‘I don’t know how to feel. I’m unhappy, when I think about what’s going to happen to me, but I can’t help feeling joyful as well, as I always do when I come to this wonderful garden.’
She ran further down the mossy path to where the trees thinned out around a circular lawn.
The grass was very long now and grew up almost to the knees of the marble lady in the centre of the lawn.
She was standing there with her back to Dorianna, her face turned to the side, looking down into the grass.
“Hello, Aphrodite,” whispered Dorianna.
The statue wore no clothes, but she modestly held her arms in front of her body. Her white marble flesh was stained green from many years of standing outside in the rain, but Dorianna thought that her long curved limbs and elegant neck were very beautiful.
Dorianna’s Papa had informed her that Aphrodite was the real Goddess of Love and that the ancient Greeks had all worshipped her.
‘I am now going to be married,’ she murmured and reached out to touch the Goddess’s dimpled elbow.
The marble felt cold and smooth under her fingers.
“Please, do help me! You are the Goddess of Love. How can I make myself feel love for my husband?”
Dorianna could not even bring herself to say Lord Buxton’s name out loud. It felt wrong even to think of him in this lovely unspoiled place.
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