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took her arm and squeezed it for a moment.
    “Above all things, Society is practical, Mama. It knows what it can afford. Now who is it you wish us to visit? Tell me something about them, so I don’t say anything tactless and embarrass you.”
    “Good gracious! What a hope!” Caroline put her hand over Charlotte’s in a little gesture of thanks. “First we are going to the Charringtons’, to see Ambrosine. I told you about her before. Then I think on to Eloise Lagarde. I don’t think I said anything about her.”
    “No, but was that not a name Mrs. Spencer-Brown mentioned?”
    “I don’t recall. Anyway, Eloise is a charming person, but quite retiring. She has led a very sheltered life, so please, Charlotte, do give some thought to what you say.”
    From Charlotte’s now wider viewpoint, everyone in Rutland Place had led a very sheltered life, including Caroline herself, but she forbore saying so. Pitt’s broader, teeming world, with its vigor and squalor, farce and tragedy, would only be confusing and frightening to Caroline. In Pitt’s world, realities were not softened by evasion and genteel words. Its raw life and death would horrify the inhabitants of Rutland Place, just as the myriad icebound rules of Society would appall a stranger to it.
    “Is Eloise in delicate health, Mama?” Charlotte asked.
    “I have never heard of any actual illness, but there are many things a person of taste does not discuss. It has occurred to me that she might be consumptive. She seems a little delicate, and I have noticed her faint once or twice. But it is so hard to tell with these fashions whether a girl is robust or not. I confess that when Mary does her best with my whalebone and laces to give me back the twenty-inch waist I used to have, I sometimes feel like fainting myself!” She smiled ruefully, and Charlotte felt another twinge of anxiety. Fashion was all very well, but at Caroline’s age she should not care so much.
    “I have not seen a great deal of Eloise lately,” Caroline continued. “I think perhaps this inclement weather does not agree with her. That would not be hard to understand. It has been distressingly cold. She is quite lovely—she has the whitest skin and the darkest eyes you ever saw, and she moves marvelously. She reminds me of Lord Byron’s poem—‘She walks in beauty like the night.’ ” She smiled. “As fragile and as tender as the moon.”
    “Did he say that, about the moon?”
    “No, I did. Anyway, you will meet her and judge for yourself. Her parents both died when she was very young—no more than eight or nine—and she and her brother were cared for by an aunt. Now that the aunt is dead also, the two of them live here most of the time, and only go back to the country house for a few weeks at a time, or perhaps a month.”
    “Mrs. Spencer-Brown described her as a child,” Charlotte said.
    Caroline dismissed it. “Oh, that’s just Mina’s turn of phrase. Eloise must be twenty-two or more, and Tormod her brother, is three or four years older at least.” She reached for the bell and rang it for the maid to bring her coat. “I think it’s about time we should leave. I would like you to meet Ambrosine before there are a number of callers.”
    Charlotte was afraid the matter of the locket was going to be raised again, but she did not argue. She pulled her own coat closed and followed obediently.
    It was a very short walk, and Ambrosine Charrington welcomed them with an enthusiasm that startled Charlotte. She was a striking woman, with fine features under a smooth skin only faintly wrinkled around the corners of the mouth and eyes. Her cheekbones were high and swept wide to wings of dark hair. She surveyed Charlotte with interest and gradual approval as her instinct recognized another highly individual woman.
    “How do you do, Mrs. Pitt,” she said with a charming smile. “I’m delighted you have come at last. Your mother has spoken of you so often.”
    Charlotte was