For them it had been impossible, as they already had a husband.
He had recognised by the time he was twenty that it was most dangerous for him to have anything to do with debutantes.
His father had warned him in the first place and he had already seen several of his contemporaries caught by ambitious mothers and hurried up the aisle well before they could realise what was happening.
The Season in London, amusing and attractive as it could be, was extremely dangerous for a young man who had a title or a fortune.
Every aspiring mother was determined that by the end of the London Season her daughter should be engaged to be married.
Or that she should have received so many proposals that any man accepted as a suitor would feel he had won a difficult battle.
There were, however, fortunate
