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, which Tennyson took in his and kissed.

"I can't say I'm very experienced in hunting, but everything seems to be greatly organized. " She smiled politely at him and glanced at yet another servant standing nearby.

The boy rushed to her and tipped his head "At your services, Ma'am."

He offered to assist Henriette to get on the horse, but she stopped him with a light gesture.

"Thank you, perhaps I could manage myself."

She was one of the few women joining the hunt today. The other one was the lady Anna, who was more eager to see the men dressed i