Lady Petronella sighed. “I wish the whole thing didn’t seem so immediate sometimes—do you know what I mean?” She looked at Maisie directly. It was not a rhetorical question. Maisie nodded. “Yes, I do. I know exactly what you mean. You’ll be going about your daily round, and then, for one reason or another—” She shrugged. “I don’t know—possibly an aroma in the air, or the way the wind is blowing, or even something someone said—you feel as if you’re back there, in the midst of it all, and that it will never end.”
