He proffered his arm. ‘Yes, I am. London is cold, foggy and dirty. At least it’s much cleaner in the country.’

‘A few months ago I would have said that’s the only advantage of country living, but I find I’m growing quite used to it. I have more friends and acquaintances here than I did in London.’

‘I’m very glad to hear it.’

Kate could see that Perry was working his charm on her mother, as usual. She smiled. ‘Do come to the drawing room, Mama. It’s cold in the hallway.’

‘Yes, of course.’ Arabella smiled graciously. ‘I’m even growing used to the Lyndon woman, although I’ll never forgive that son of hers for putting us in this situation.’

‘You seem to be bearing up heroically, ma’am,’ Perry said smoothly. ‘When all the villains are behind bars I’m sure you will wish to return to Finsbury Square. I’ve kept an eye on the house, and the servants who are left are doing a splendid job of keeping the place clean and aired.’

‘I should hope so.’ Arabella tossed her head. ‘It’s costing Kate a fortune to keep both households going. She’s very generous with the money that should have come to her late father.’

‘Mama, please don’t bring that subject up again’ Kate said, sighing. ‘It’s the festive season and we have a wedding party on Christmas Eve. At least allow us all to enjoy it without recriminations.’

‘You’re right, I suppose, but it still rankles, and always will. But you are very generous, I’ll allow you that.’

Kate sighed as she followed them into the drawing room. She knew that her mother would never forgive her for inheriting Uncle Edgar’s fortune.

The day of the wedding dawned bright and cold, with sunlight sparkling on newly fallen snow. Perry had been called back to London the previous evening for some reason that he refused to divulge, but he promised to be back in time for the reception, if not for the wedding ceremony itself. Kate was intrigued, but was too busy with last minute details to demand an explanation.

St Mary’s church was crammed with wedding guests and well-wishers, and afterwards, in a picture-book snow scene, the bride and groom were transported to Warren House in Farmer Watson’s cart, which was decorated with evergreen fronds and corn dollies. The rest of the party followed in a succession of carriages, carts and on foot. Braziers placed on either side of the front entrance sent flames dancing in the still, cold air providing a warm welcome for the bridal party.