Lord Salwicke sat back in his chair.
“I think, my dearest child, that you have trusted me all your life and I am quite certain you can trust me now to find you a husband you will be extremely happy with.”
“That is quite a different thing altogether. But, from all I have read and from what I think about marriage, if it is to be successful and happy, it must be because two people feel instinctively drawn to each other with their hearts and souls.”
Her father made an impatient gesture.
“That is the sort of stuff you read in novels, but it’s not true to life.”
“Why not, Papa?”
“Because what you feel at your age is something you are most unlikely to feel in ten or twenty year’s time. What you require is security, and that is what you will get with George Hazelbury.”
Tasia put her finge
