One of the brightest pupils my friend John Aylmer told me he has ever come across, is the young Lady Jane Grey and he spoke so admiringly and so enthusiastically about this fresh faced lady, barely thirteen years of age I understand, that I was keen to meet and talk with her myself. On a trip to Leicester in August of this year, I deviated from the road to that city to call in at Bradgate House, in Bradgate Park, the estate of the Marquis of Dorset and his wife, Lady Frances, to make the acquaintance of this, allegedly remarkable young woman.
It was a particularly bright and clement summer morning with the sun shining and very warm, I recall and as I came up to the manor house and dismounted, I was aware of considerable activity. People were gathered outside with horses and hounds and obv
