Chapter 23
They were at Albrook for ten days. They were congenial, but in a different way to their times together in the fields at Wansdyke. There was that far-off misery in his eyes; the sadness that she had always seen there had gone deeper. He was pleasant, always unfailingly polite. The old stick-in-the-muds of the ton who attended the late earl’s funeral seemed to approve, although some were outspokenly horrified that a Claverton had married a sailor of no particular note. Most of them, however, seemed relieved that the earl’s crippled daughter was not going to be living a life of questionable propriety alone on the outskirts of Bath.
Catherine wanted nothing at all from Albrook. She wanted Beaseley to sell all that remained in the Claverton name after all disbursements had been mad
