Chapter 19

"There is a sense of sad beauty about the approach of autumn. The fleeting glory of summer is slipping away."

 

"Lady Henriette, you look marvelous in any possible attire. " Lord Tennyson approached with his servant following closely behind, leading the lord's big white horse.

"And you look perfectly at a place as out master of Foxhounds for today." She outstretched her hand, which Tennyson took in his and kissed.

"I can't say I'm very experienced in hunting,...