“We all want to marry the man of our dreams.”
She could hear her mother’s soft voice saying the words and she knew that this was the moment when she said ‘goodbye’ not only to her home but also to her dreams.
It had been a ridiculous nonsensical notion, she told herself, and yet she always believed that she would meet again the man she had seen that day, nearly six years ago, when she had gone with her father to a Race Meeting that had taken place some three miles from their home.
One of the famous Regiments, she had forgotten which one, had been in camp in the open countryside outside London and they had organised some horse races between themselves and the local gentry. News of it had been carried to the Prince Regent, who announced his intention of attending.
This had caused a great
