“You are surprised to see me,” Lady Augusta asked, “and none too pleased, eh? Well, who shall blame you? Youth will turn to youth the whole world o’er.”
“I found Miss Fry admiring the gardens,” Lord Brecon explained somewhat severely.
“And so you stopped to admire her, eh?” Lady Augusta said with a chuckle. “Quite right, my boy. I should have expected the same when I was young and gay. They say the wenches are more prudish these days than we were but I don’t believe it. Females change their gowns with the fashion, but their feelings and their bodies under the frills and furbelows are still the same, I assure you.”
It seemed to Caroline that the old lady leered up at her nephew and there was something insidious and rather nasty in the croaking old voice. She suddenly felt besmirched.
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