The conventions had never troubled her.  Brought up as she had been with three unruly boys, running wild with them during the whole of her childhood, it was scarcely to be wondered at if her outlook on life was more that of a boy than a girl.  She had been in Mademoiselle Gautier’s charge during the past three years, but somehow that had not sobered her very materially.  She was spoilt by all except her aunt, who was wont to remark with some acidity that if she didn’t come to grief one way or another, this would probably continue to be the case for the term of her natural life.  But it was quite plain that Aunt Philippa expected her to come to grief.  Girls like Chris, unless they married out of the schoolroom, usually played with fire until they burnt their fingers.  The fact of the matter was Chris was far too attractive, and though as yet sublimely unconscious of the fact, Aunt Philippa knew that sooner or later it was bound to dawn upon her.  She did not relish the prospect of steering this giddy little barque through the shoals and quicksands of society, being shrewdly suspicious that the task might well prove too much for her.  For with all her sweetness, Chris was undeniably wilful, a princess who expected to have her own way; and Aunt Philippa had a daughter of her own, Chris’s senior by three years, as well as a son in the Guards, to consider.

No, she did not approve of Chris, or indeed of any of the family, including her own brother, who was its head.  She had not approved of his gay young wife, Irish and volatile, who had died at the birth of little Noel.  She doubted the stability of each one of them in turn, and plainly told her brother that he must attend to the launching of his children for himself.  She was willing to do her best for them as children, but as grown-ups she declined the responsibility.

His answer to this had been that they must remain children until he could spare the time to attend to them.  The eldest boy, Rupert, was now at Sandhurst, Maxwell was being educated at Marlborough, and Noel, who was never very strong, was at present with Chris in Mademoiselle Gautier’s care.  The summer holiday at Valpre had been Mademoiselle’s suggestion, and bitterly had she lived to regret it.

Chris had regretted it, too, for a time, but now that her two brothers were well on the road to recovery it seemed absurd not to extract such enjoyment as she could from the situation.  Of course, it was lonely, but there was always Cinders to fall back upon for comfort.  She was thankful that she had insisted upon bringing him, though Mademoiselle had protested most emphatically against this addition to the party.  How she was to get him back again she had not begun to consider.  Doubtless, however, Jack would manage it somehow.  Jack was the aforementioned cousin in the Guards, a young man of much kindness and resource, upon whom Chris was wont to rely as a sort of superior elder brother.  He would think nothing of running over to fetch them home and to assist in the smuggling of Cinders back into his native land.  In fact, if the truth were told, he would probably rather enjoy it.