Chapter FourIt is never easy for a young woman to travel alone. There are so many restrictions, whether or not she intends to meet a man of whom her parents would be unlikely to approve. In such situations, one must resort to subterfuge, if not downright lies. Now, I am no great believer in falsehoods of any kind, but I was so enamoured with Captain Ferintosh that I spun a web of fabrication purely to see him again. I wonder how many young women, or young men, have not done similar when courting?
I was fortunate that I had a most particular friend in Catherine Brown. Catherine was the daughter of Archibald Brown of Laverockhill, a most respectable farmer who Father knew well. Catherine was a brown-haired, brown-eyed woman of my own age and the most amiable disposition it was possible to i
