London 1680
London 1680‘Do you mind that Pearl has married Giuseppe?’ Penny asked, concern plain on her face.
Michael smiled at her. ‘Not at all. I’m very happy for them both.’
Hal watched his brother sitting opposite him in the coach beside Francesca, his red hair glowing like sudden flame when sunlight sliced in through the window as they rounded the corner onto The Strand. He likely spoke the truth, for he was fairly certain he had a liaison with a young lady in Oxford but had been unable to get much out of him about her. He could not resist a comment now. ‘Michael’s favours have moved on, I believe.’ He grinned, knowing Penny would be onto it like a ratting terrier. He gave her a slight nudge to make sure, feeling a little guilty about the dog analogy.
‘Really, Michael? What’s she
