Publisher's Synopsis
I have long promised you, my dear grandchildren, to arrange my recollections of theeventful years that even your father can hardly remember. I shall be glad thus to drawcloser the bonds between ourselves and the English kindred, whom I love so heartily, though I may never hope to see them in this world, far less the dear old home where I grewup.For, as perhaps you have forgotten, I am an English woman by birth, having first seen thelight at Walwyn House, in Dorsetshire. One brother had preceded me-my dear Eustace-and another brother, Berenger, and my little sister, Annora, followed me.Our family had property both in England and in Picardy, and it was while attending tosome business connected with the French estate that my father had fallen in love with abeautiful young widow, Madame la Baronne de Solivet (nee Cheverny), and had broughther home, in spite of the opposition of her relations. I cannot tell whether she were warmlywelcomed at Walwyn Court by any one but the dear beautiful grandmother, aFrenchwoman herself, who was delighted again to hear her mother tongue, although shehad suffered much among the Huguenots in her youth, when her husband was left for deadon the S. Barthelemi
