Last night, as we sat snuggled up in bed, reading The Three Musketeers, I kept thinking about Daniel and that photograph of Charlotte. It seemed so unfair. What does he know about this stuff? He says himself he's never been in love. I got angry. Why shouldn't I have a bloody photo, if I want one?

Charlotte said, "Harry, what's wrong?"

"Sorry." I said, realising that I wasn't great company, just thinking about Dan .. my uncle."

"I thought his name was Edward."

"It is, but we call him Daniel." I said, "He has a lot of cats, so we call him Daniel in the lions' den."

She gave me a weird look and said, "I should tell you, I know he's not the Earl of Chalfont. I checked Burke's."

"What's that?" I said.

"You see? You don't even know that. If you were really at Eton, you'd know."

"What are you going to do?" I said.

"You're not here to rob my Dad, are you?"

"No." I said.

"You just want a free holiday and he just wants to think he's entertaining an earl. So who's being exploited? Just be more careful. I don't want you to be caught out."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I don't want you to leave. Will you write to me, when you go?"

"I'd like to." I said, "But Daniel doesn't want ... "

"And he decides, does he?"

"I owe him a lot." I said.

"Like the fact he can be used as an excuse when you don't want to keep in touch?"

"It's not like that." I said. I thought for a while, then I remembered how Daniel keeps in touch with a big network of friends and acquaintances. "Wait!! I said, "It is possible! I'll set something up so we can write secretly."

"Oh, that sounds romantic." said Charlotte.