It was one thing to flirt with a pretty girl. It was quite another to willingly spend some time with her parents and get to know the family further. This step meant he was serious in his intentions and thinking about marriage. Well, he was thinking about marriage. Had been ever since he first spied Charlotte and her friends climbing onto the omnibus. Why her, though? Why not one of her friends instead? Why not Jane? Who could understand the complexities of the human mind? Or instant attraction? The only thing that registered with George was one moment he had been a carefree young man beginning his professional life by following in his father’s footsteps, and the next, he was thinking about how his life, professional and otherwise, would not be complete without marriage and children. But who would be the bride? Sensible Jane Weymouth or spontaneous Charlotte Ashcroft? He could imagine a future with Charlotte as he climbed the stairs to her parents’ home. He pictured a wedding day, the proud presentation of the Ashcroft’s first grandchild to Charlotte’s parents, perhaps even having their eldest son work in the bank along with his father and him.
What do You think about An Unconventional Courtship?
