Eleanor, Duchess of Ravenford, was the very image of quiet dignity. Her beauty was not the loud, dazzling sort that demanded attention, but the kind that lingered in memory—a face one remembered long after looking away. Her hair, a soft cascade of chestnut, framed a gentle oval face. Her eyes, deep hazel, carried a calm that could soothe even the sharpest temper, though they also held a loneliness that yearned for comfort and affection