A fist time for Camilla
It was late one afternoon when father called me into his study. “James my boy,” he said ominously, “Have you given any consideration to the matter of matrimony yet?” “No father” I admitted, “I have another year studying at Oxford before I even think of dalliances.” “Its all very well playing the field when you’re a pup,” he explained, “But for propriety.” “I am afraid I am too busy studying to play the field father,” I exclaimed. Sometimes I wondered how I could possibly be related to my...