
John Tatham had been enjoying a late breakfast in his Temple rooms when a fine, pointed hand on an envelope asked a question that spoiled the bacon and turned the tea bitter: did he know the man Elinor meant to marry? I do not know any man in Elinor's plans. You step into this one-chapter preview with John Tatham at the center, where choices turn on the people, promises, and pressure already in the room. I owe her candour, not certainty. The chapter closes on a continuation question rather than resolving the novel's larger arc.
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