Bath, mid February 1848
“Those are lovely,” Kate said, pointing to a set of blue glass goblets in a store window.
“Yes, my lady,” Isabel agreed. “I like the pink.”
They strolled slowly along Milsom Street with little purpose other than inspecting shop fronts, the wares displayed, and the fashions of the patrons ranging from tasteful to outlandish. Grey clouds and a cool wind kept Lord and Lady Beaufort in, but Kate had ventured out, accompanied by her maid.
Kate turned from the window and her gaze fell upon a man standing close by. Hugh Wansbrough, tall and lean, in a very dark blue tailcoat of fine wool with silk lapels, matching waistcoat and trousers, and highly shone black boots, carefully…
Bath, mid February 1848
“This is excellent,” Kate said as she hopped down from the first class carriage onto the platform.
“You’ve been here before,” Jane stated plainly. “You act as though it’s new to you.”
“We’ve come by coach, and by water from Bristol,” Kate explained. “This is the first time I’ve visited Bath since the railway was completed. I recall the works going on, especially the digging in Sydney Gardens.”
“So it’s been a few years.”
“Quite a few. We were here for the opening of the Royal Victoria Gardens. What year was it, Father?”
Lord Beaufort, directing his valet and a pair of porters with the luggage, turned to his daughter with raised eyebrows. “The Horticultural Gardens? Late in May…
Quantock Hall, Somersetshire, 5 January 1848
“That is sad news. Have arrangements been made?”
“Yes, my lord,” Smythe said while taking the earl’s hat and coat.
Between fussing over her dogs, Ebony and Cinders, and taking off her bonnet and coat, Kate hadn’t heard what their butler related to her father, but the last words were clear. Immediately upon entering the front hall she noted Smythe stepping close to Lord Beaufort and speaking softly. Kate’s curiosity mingled with her delight of returning to Quantock Hall. Visiting the Primrose’s for Yuletide had been enjoyable, but Kate felt happy to be home.
“Katelyn, a word,” Lord Beaufort said while stepping into the west hall. He led her to the front parlour. “Mrs. Crozier…
Below you will find links to the chapters covering a year in Kate’s life, from her thirteenth birthday to Christmas celebrations. These were originally posted as blog articles but have been converted to pages. Unfortunately, the pages cannot be commented on, and the encouraging notes that existed previously are archived. I thank those who took the time to share their feelings. You may comment at the bottom of this post. The first photo appears in Chapter 3, with artwork beginning in Chapter 5.
Chapter 1, A Young Lady’s 13th Birthday, Quantock Hall, Somersetshire, 11 January 1847.
Chapter 2, The Society Tutor, Somersetshire, late January 1847.
Chapter 3, Jack and Phoebe Arrive, Somersetshire, 2 March 1847.