I am discovering that, every day, I find new reasons to dislike Lady Malkin — although one must admire her commitment to her chosen field of study, as well as her endurance.
Once we had finished the excellent luncheon, and the servants had cleared away the food and plates, I was about to suggest we all go for a walk, when Kitty rounded on Thomas. “What is this that I hear about you, Master Giniver?” she said, as imperiously as her slight frame could allow. “That you have been leading young girls astray in the fields?”
In young Tommy’s defense, he looked quite abashed at Kitty’s accusation. He attempted to defend himself, but could scarcely get more than a half a dozen words out than he wilted beneath her glare, which I must grant was worthy of our mother — or perhaps even your aunt, Lady
