The Young Curmudgeon — Leslie Lance

When my second cousin, Mark Gresham, returned from South Africa to claim his inheritance of Valley End farm, I wondered what had happened to the devil-may-care boy I had once adored. I did not recognise this critical, austere man. But it was no concern of mine. It was a perfect English summer and my future was assured with Leo. Why then did I suddenly feel so restless, so out-of-step with life?