C20 Chapter Nineteen

"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