Why is Lucas here, and why is he acting as if we’ve just met under the most usual of circumstances—as if he’s not stranded on a narrow, rutted lane, miles from his palace and whatever princely business he’s supposed to be doing, and as if his mother is not Folk, and as if he doesn’t know that I am wholeheartedly in love with him! I rescind my opinion of Hugh. Lucas may be the most annoying man.
