Sublime

charming romance intermingled with

She’d never strayed far from this enormous manor house, tucked into the quiet Essex countryside two days’ walk northeast of London, where rolling green hills turned to wheat as autumn crept across the land.

As Lillian settled into her chair, she darted a look at Sebastian that said: You do not have long to live. He pretended not to notice.

‘Is there anybody here for a yoongster booked in the name of Murdstone, from Bloonderstone, Sooffolk, to be left till called for?’

this grey monstrous London of ours, with its myriads of people, its sordid sinners, and its splendid sins,