‘There’s a terrific view.’ Faith paused, catching her breath but not daring to put down the heavy hamper yet, waiting like everyone else in the picnic party to hear Miss Frobisher’s verdict. Angelica Frobisher put her rose-pink parasol in front of her and placed both hands...
The sound and sudden motion set a score of rooks wheeling and cawing furiously from the clump of tall elms. The birds’ mournful croaking sounded harsh and ominous, providing a perfect complement to the Honourable Amelia Colinbroke’s bleak mood. She turned to watch the towe...
The black silk of the gown, together with the six starched petticoats which flounced out her skirts so widely that she might have almost have had crinoline beneath, produced a veritable symphony of rustling as she bustled along. Mrs Pritchard had gone to town after luncheo...