I am certain that the spirit of St. Cuthbert’s will carry you forward, and Lady L. will be enchanted by you. How could she not be? Your loving friend, Emma-Louise ~*~ Exactly at the strike of four o’clock in the afternoon, the Lymfort landau came to a stop in front of the Dolmores’ town house. Cousin Caroline peered through the curtains in the small parlour off the entrance hall. “The carriage has arrived for Cousin Charlotte. This time there is a coachman and a groom up front.” “Yes, yes,” her mother said impatiently, keeping her attention focussed on Charlie. “You will remember to sit straight and be most polite to Lady Lymfort. Don’t prattle in that way you sometimes have.” With a critical eye, she looked the girl over. “I have to say that it is quite beyond me why Lady Lymfort wishes to take you on a drive around the Park. But as it is—I hope you are not going to shame your family.” “No, Aunt Dolmore.” Charlie put on her bonnet and secured the ribbons with a good, firm knot under her chin.
