"You have no country seat, Perry, am I right?" Grace gazed from the window as the hedgerows, dappled with snow, flashed past. "True. There was once a Hawkesbury Manor, but I think my ancestor lost it in a game of cards to one of Henry the Eighth's cronies." "Clumsy of him." "He probably cheated." A conversation between a Lady and a Gentleman in a carriage, England, Christmas 1816Sometimes, it takes a nudge from Fate to unite a couple and awake...