They spoke of him infrequently.

What had he done?
Did they disapprove his leaving England?
Had he been kind to my mother?
But all the while I had my mother's picture beside me.

And my grandmother spoke to me almost daily of her gentleness, her high-mindedness, her beauty, and her charm.
I was raised in the English church.

I was taught to adore Wellington, to hate Napoleon as an enemy of liberty, a usurper, a false emperor, a monster, a murderer.

I was sent to Eton and to Oxford.