Three
The next day on our way to Ealach from the train station, Gran turned to me, and I sensed it was lecture time.
‘Marjorie, I said it before, and I’ll say it again. Be careful with Lazlo. He is a fine young man with a good heart, I won’t deny that, but you are best not to encourage him. His mother will be wanting to marry him to someone wealthier and more powerful. I only say this because I don’t want you to get hurt.”
Part of me wanted to soothe her by telling her I’d practically thrown myself at him in letters already, and he didn’t take the bait. I decided to be more dignified and give her less to worry about.
“Oh Gran, what makes you think I’m interested in being anything other than Lazlo’s friend. There are bound to be plenty of other nice young men, like Owen, for instance.”
