Chapter OneHertfordshire, May 1814Discourage your charge from gossiping, but be
aware of all the latest on-dit yourself, so you can
separate the sheep from the wolves.
-- Miss Cicely Tremaine, The Ideal Chaperone
The carriage crested a hill and Lady Regina Tremaine gasped at her first glimpse of Castlemaine, nestled in one of the Chiltern hills' verdant valleys. The place lived up to its name gloriously. Despite its lack of a moat, it was the very picture of a Tudor castle with its battlements, parapets, and pointed gothic windows. How odd to find it plunked down here in...