You are Lord Rosemorran?” He blinked several times, as if trying to recall something. “Rosemorran? Oh yes. That’s me. I say, have we met?” “I am afraid not. My name is Veronica Speedwell, and I am trespassing.” “Trespassing? How very original. We do get the odd vagrant creeping about the place from time to time, but never a woman, at least not a clean woman with good vowels who could spot a lord at five paces. Any particular reason for trespassing here?”
