She hadn’t traveled in this sort of comfort since she was sixteen years old. Not even when she’d gone places with her employers—the children and governess were generally relegated to a less elegantly appointed conveyance. Although this ride was only from one neighborhood of London to another, she was determined to enjoy every fleeting second. It had shocked her to receive a letter last night from Miss Hadrian—Caroline really couldn’t think of the older woman by her first name, no matter how many times she was told to do so. The note had been brief and to the point, just as one would expect from such a straightforward woman. Miss Hadrian’s nephew had recently come into guardianship of five children, aged nine to fifteen. The eldest boy would have a tutor, but a governess was desperately needed for the other four. Caroline had lain awake all night, pondering the wisdom of accepting this invitation. On the one hand, she desperately needed the position.
