"Oh my dear, I am glad to hear that!" Lady Urquhart says, leaning back and smiling at Tiwa. "Perhaps I should send Angus on an errand to Wales as well. All the local girls are falling through with him at the moment. Oh, he was used so much better in Paris, which is of course the navel of the world and the epitome of style, while we are a regrettable backwater not worth his notice. As if his brother had died just to spite him and ruin his comfortable life there."

She shakes her head. "Sorry, my dear, I do keep rambling. You didn't want to hear that. More oatcakes?"