by Susan Nance Carhart
Each and every spring, Underhill submitted to the demands of a most exacting lady, and guided a lad of her choosing through the human carnival known as the Season. Keeping secret his nature and the nature of his charge, he brought each of them to a different watering place. One year it was Weymouth; another, Scarborough. Lyme, Cromer, Southend, and Brighton were each visited in due order. This year witnessed his return to the ancient city of Bath.
Bath was, in many ways, his favorite–both for its history and the elegance and comfort of the lodgings there. He had taken a house in Catherine Place, and was very pleased with it, as was Mr. Wight, his latest traveling companion. A single glimpse of the drawing room ceiling confirmed that this was the place for him. There, wreathed in artful whorls of plaster, the naiads danced for the edification of Sulis, Lady of the Waters, the genius loci of Bath itself.