Agreeably, Katherine nodded to Richard. "Indeed. It's a horribly ineffective system sometimes, as you said, but does work for the most part. I've heard quite a bit about your system across the Atlantic, Mister Brinsley, and I admit it intrigues me. Like a more refined version of ours." She had been very young when the Colonies had revolted, too young to understand, but her father was always in a tizzy over it, trying to secure his trading interests while still remaining true to the crown.
"It does. But, no, please don't apologize. I rarely speak of it, and it's almost a relief to." But he was right; it was a beautiful day, far too lovely to talk of death and loss. "I do enjoy them now and again," Katherine admitted, but currently they reminded her of the meadow at Bailston Abbey, which in turn reminded her of the estate there...and she needn't go further than that.