"Uncle Murry," Camilla said. Her voice was polite, gentle, and welcoming.
She walked a few slow steps toward him.
"Thank you for coming on short notice. I know the journey from the mansion to the camp is very dusty and stressful."
When she had stepped outside the tent five minutes earlier, she had not called for the General. She had simply sent a message to a fast messenger on a horse, instructing him to fetch Mr. Murry immediately. As it turned out, Murry was already on his way to the camp in a carriage to check on her, following the old Duke's orders to make sure she was having a good time. The messenger had intercepted him just outside the camp gates.
Murry placed his right hand over his heart and bowed deeply to her.
He smiled a very kind, highly respectful smile.
