“A Lynche!” the Dowager said. “A Lynche!”
There was real suffering in her voice and quite unexpectedly Carina felt herself moved.
“I am sorry – desperately sorry,” she said. “I would help you if I could, but there is nothing to be done except to bring him up as an English gentleman and hope that he will grow more like – ” She was going to say ‘his father’, but substituted, “ – his ancestors”.
The Dowager’s eyes rested on Dipa and then, almost as if the sight was unbearable, she looked away and towards Carina.
“I like you, girl. You are honest and not afraid to say what you are thinking, not that I don’t doubt that you are speaking out of your place in doing so, but I like your courage. Take the little brat away upstairs and educate him. See if you can make him understand the way a Chri
