The first telegram read: "Patient is much better today so I have allowed her to get out of bed and take a little walk in the garden."

Later, "Miss Cassandra is perfectly well and runs about like a naughty child. Her complexion is fine."

Later, "It is raining. The ward is feeling well. The Glowford house flooded, and the family are sleeping in a neighbour's hayloft. I am very sorry for the girls."

Here the viscount sighed regretfully, and a wave of sincere sympathy for the poor Glowfords overwhelmed his heart.

Later, "The rain continues unabated, but none of the Glowfords are ill. The family continues to sleep in the hayloft."

"We must help them at once, we must do something for them! – The Viscount decided, horrified at the conditions in which the parson, Miss Catherine, Miss Christine, and the lovely Cassie found themselves. – And this must be the way it always is when it rains at Walsingham, but the stubborn parson won't accept any help! He would think of his daughters!"

The Viscount was extremely unhappy at this distressing situation of the Glowfords, and felt much distress at the thought of Cassie, who required careful care and warmth, getting cold at night, sleeping on a stiff haystack. But Lord Wilworth found the strength to continue reading the telegrams.

Later: 'Miss Cassandra has had her fill of green apples today and her stomach is cramping. The local boys inform me that she and Cassie raided the baker's apple trees."

Later: "Miss Cassie is full of vigour and health."

Later, "A wedding is being celebrated in the village today. Mr. Pilough and I have been kindly invited to the celebration. I am looking forward to socialising with the lovely pet. I leave for London tomorrow morning."

Satisfied with the news that Cassie was well, Viscount Wilworth decided to visit his friend the Count of Draymore to enquire about the progress of the restoration of the church at Walsingham. He collected a packet of letters from Mr. Morris to show his friend the plight of his peasants (the Viscount suspected that the Count had forgotten all about them), got into a carriage and set off for the west end of London, where the Earl's large mansion was situated. The Viscount found his friend bored and in a bad mood: he had recently lost a decent sum of money at the races.

– It is interesting how you are concerned with the fate of this village," said the Count of Draymore ironically, after the Viscount had informed him of the purpose of his unexpected visit.

– I don't understand your indifference to the fate of these poor people," said the Viscount, and handed him Dr Morris's letters. – Here, read them.

– What are these? – The Count was surprised, taking the papers.

– Mr. Morris's letters. Read them, Colin, it will do you good to know what is going on in your property.

The Count grinned, hurt by his friend's reproach: he had indeed forgotten his promises to the parson and his parishioners, and had confined himself to the rebuilding of the church. The life of the capital quickly removed from his mind thoughts of blessing his peasants and the beautiful Christine: a series of receptions and balls at court decorated his life, and, except for pleasure and entertainment, the Count thought of nothing, so he did not even open the envelopes with letters from Mr. Pilough, who regularly sent him reports on the work done in the church. But, to respect his friend, the Count ran his eyes over Mr. Morris's letters, but he read inattentively, through a line, but when he saw the name of the beautiful Christine Glowford, he began to read that part of the letter thoughtfully.