8. Scotland, 1757Gazing out the window at the gloomy day, Lord Charles Sutherland turned toward his guest, Duke Reginald Redgrave, and cursed.
“This country of rain and fog will be the death of me!”
Drawing away from the window with a disappointed air, he dropped into the armchair facing Redgrave’s.
“I fully empathise, dear friend. Since my arrival here, I’ve observed how the weather is more often than not abominably dreary.”
“I miss being out in polite society and enjoying the company of the people of Edinburgh terribly,” Sutherland complained. “If I hadn’t inherited my uncle’s damned estate, I’d still be in the city.”
Redgrave, a Scottish Lowland noble of small means, did not share his host’s disparaging view of the Highlands. He would have been grateful to own this estate. For him,
