Chapter 7“Did I ever tell you the story of my London Season?” Aunt Clarissa asked, gratefully accepting the glass of fruit punch Charles had delivered. “It’s a cautionary tale,” she added sardonically.
Charles politely demurred, knowing that even if he replied in the affirmative that would not deter Aunt Clarissa as she began, “I’d had no notion of having a Season in the first place and was perfectly content to stay in the countryside. After all, I had a longstanding attachment to Henry, so there was no need to go further afield to find a suitor.”
She took a sip of punch. “But my cousins were having their Season and asked me to join them, so I went up to London simply for the spectacle. I was a pretty creature in those days, although you may find that hard to believe now,” she said archl
