It was a lovely day out in the country as they were returning from Sunday Mass in the village of Heathfield in the South of England. It was a distance from the busy streets of London and was quite lovely. It was the spring of the year 1812 and the sunny was shining which was quite rare. Of course, Napoleon was attacking the continent with heavy forces but hear on the Island of Britain… life seemed quite simple. “That was a beautiful service, was it not?” Catherine’s younger sister, Bianca said to her as the young woman looked over and nodded. “Yes, I do like the passage about how the meek will inherit the earth…” Catherine mentioned before looking back out the carriage window. She was sitting there with her three sisters as well as her mother and father.<br/><br/>Her other sister, Amelia was looking forward before saying that the Vicar was looking well with so much passion for his words that morning. Catherine smiled thinking that perhaps to some, it was a boring life but she was quite content with it for the moment. As for now, she was hoping to find herself a husband. She wanted to go to London for a season but her father had not been able to bring his daughters for that this year.<br/>Although, she had been looking at a few of the gentlemen at the church that morning. There was only about three gentlemen that were eligible but only the one had the wealth that she wanted to possess. It would make her future easy and he was also still young…<br/><br/>There was the option of an older gentleman with the hopes that he would pass on and then, she could have the freedom of becoming a widow.<br/>Yes, Catherine was an ambitious sort of young lady.<br/><br/>It was at that moment that there was a jerk of the horses and her father tapped on the roof of the carriage to their driver. “Parker? Whatever is the manner?” He said as he went to the door to open it and the coachman said. “There’s a fellow who we just ran into, sir… Came out of nowhere…”<br/><br/>“You ran into a man?”<br/><br/>“Aye, and he is wearing the strangest of clothes…”<br/><br/>Well, that had Catherine’s attention as she said. “How strange?”<br/><br/>Bianca was the next to say something as their mother said. “Enough girls… it’s not ladylike.”