Chapter Four
As expected, her mother did not agree.
“But Mama, why ever not? What have you got against Mr. Ritchie? Is it just because he works for Papa?” Cassandra asked, tucking her feet up under her in the soft overstuffed chair of the informal drawing room where she and her mother were sitting.
Lady Renwick sighed and put down her embroidery. “You may have learned proper deportment and the social graces of a young lady at that school I sent you to, but I am certain they never touched on the particularities of Calcutta society. It is high time you learned about it, however, since somehow I did not do a good job of explaining things to you this morning.”
Her mother paused. Considered her words, and then said, “Cassandra, Mr. Ritchie is not one of us. It is not just that he is a cler
