With no home to return to and his uncle facing debtors’ prison if not a bad end at the hand of some of his creditors, Martin had no choice except to make his own way in the world. As a result, here he was in Wales, embarking on a career he had never envisioned. Not that he’d expected a brilliant future, although when he’d become his uncle’s ward at the age of fourteen, he’d anticipated at least a comfortable existence. He now thanked good fortune that he had gained a decent education before the money well ran dry. It should now stand him in good stead. He felt himself well qualified to be a tutor for aristocratic children.