The intention was for the trunks to be there before Marianne arrived. A night’s sleep had somewhat improved her humour and she was resigned to her third change of circumstances in as many months. She found herself able to gaze out of the window with considerable interest as they entered London proper. Edward had chosen to ride Sultan and was not inside with them. ‘There are so many people on the streets, Jane. I don’t believe I shall enjoy being here, it’s so overcrowded.’ ‘Well, miss, if Mr Sampson finds us a suitable country property we won’t have to live here long.’ Her nose wrinkled. ‘I don’t like the smell; it’s sour and is making my eyes water.’ ‘There are not many elegant people about. I suppose they are still in bed. It will only be tradesmen we’re seeing.’ ‘I expect society folk were up at a ball or card party until dawn. The season has not quite ended, I believe.’ ‘I’m glad I’m not a hopeful debutante for I should hate to live here for several months and be forced to attend soirees, at homes and balls every night of the week.’ She smiled at Jane.
