“Philip! Philip! Philip darling.” Lady Margaret called out to her son.
She saw Harriet running by. “Harriet where is your brother?”
Harriet screwed up her face. “Which mummy? There is a heartbreaker, and then there is a vagabond.”
Lady Beatrice looked at her daughter in astonishment. “Who on earth told you your brother was a heartbreaker and the other a vagabond?”
Harriet tolled her eyes. “Mother you do not really think I am stupid do you? Every young lady in London calls him that. It was him and Sebastian but now Sebastian is married. Philip broke Phoebe’s sister’s heart. I went to their house and her sister sent me out because of my devil of a brother as she had said.”
Lady Beatrice watched as her eight year old daughter rant.
“And Quentin truly is a vagabond mother. You should s
