Her father had given her a cottage in the Robergerie with a vergée of land and a greenhouse.

Now we are liberal with our innermost secrets, spraying them into the public ether with a generosity our forebears could not have imagined. Where we once sent love letters in a sealed envelope, or stuck photographs of our children in a family album, now such private material is despatched to servers and clouds operated by people we don't know and will never meet.

She murred in satisfaction.

The caption and asportation must be felonious.