Men, she privately thought, were little more than a necessary evil and had it been up to her spinsterhood would have been her lot. But heiresses are not permitted that luxury.
They married her to an amiable idiot whose father was almost as rich as her own Papa.
She had been married five childless years, when her coach was held up on the Heath. The highwayman took her priceless pearls and rather a lot of liberties with her person.
In later years her father was to wonder how his idiot son-in-law had fathered a child of such intelligence.