“Of course I will not forget that,” Atalanta promised.
“Then behave in a circumspect manner,” Clementine said sharply. “William said that you had much to learn and I am sure he is right. Indeed what could you know of Society living as you have in Little Combe.”
Atalanta gave a sigh. Once again her relations from The Castle were doing their best to make her feel awkward and insignificant.
That was the way Aunt Louise had always treated Mama and Clementine, Atalanta decided, was like her.
There was no point in arguing. She should be very grateful to her aunt for the clothes that she had been given from London and some of Clementine’s gowns that had been sent to the Vicarage were actually almost new, so Mama had managed to alter them quite skilfully.
Atalanta felt guilty when she thought
