House at Sunset
Lofts, Norah At the age of seven I was a skilful pickpocket. I could sew neatly, write a tolerable hand, make a curtsey and a correct introduction, dance a little and play simple tunes on the harpsichord. This was the London life of Felicity Hatton in 1740 - until chance sent her back to the House, first as a pauper, later to become its mistress - a strange eccentric mistress whose choice of husband was as unorthodox as her manner of living. The House at S...