CHAPTER TEN
It was a rare but welcome dry summer morning that Mary strolled along the waterfront with Mr. Henry Clerval. Still, she had her umbrella ready, should the weather turn.
“You must stay as long as you are able, Mr. Clerval. George, when he returns, would be much appreciative of any conversation in the languages you study. He often speaks of the East and the romance of their culture and history.”
“A pleasure, Mrs. Shelley. It would be an honor to make acquaintance with Lord Byron and your husband, Mr. Shelley.”
They took a seat on a bench to enjoy the vista of the lake and the elegance of the swans in the shallows. Clerval had removed his top hat and it now rested on his lap. Mary was pleased to be escorted by such a charming young gentleman with faultless personal cleanliness
