Harriet nodded.
“Tell me about him,” Caroline said. “Tell me everything you know.”
“Tis little enough!” Harriet replied. “I have known him, or course, since I was a child but he is much older than I. He seemed a very nice boy. He always smiled at me and once, when he was coming back from hunting, he gave me a lift on his horse. His mother was always been kindness itself and because Mama was a very, very distant cousin of hers, she sent me, as you know, to Madame d’Alber’s Academy.”
“Yes – Yes,” Caroline said. “Go on.”
“Well, Lord Brecon - his intimates call him Vane - was at Eton when I was a little girl and afterwards he went up to Oxford. Everyone liked him around here although they only saw him in the holidays. Papa liked him too and used to say what charming manners he had, what a
