THE SECRET
In most respects, Lady Evelyn Herbert had led the life prescribed for a young lady of her social class. She had been taught literature, French and music by a succession of tutors who came to Highclere Castle, the family seat.
Her coming-out wardrobe had been purchased from House of Worth in Paris. Since childhood, her mother had drummed into her that she must marry well...
‘No-one of lower rank than a viscount, and no second sons, Evelyn – only the eldest.’
‘NO MAN
LIKES
A CLEVER WOMAN’
She’d had a sheltered upbringing, with little to distinguish one day from the next – until 27 November 1922, when she found herself riding in a donkey cart through the Egyptian desert in the middle of the night, about to break the law of the land.
She was with her father the Earl of Carnarvon and an archaeologist named Howard Carter, who had always encouraged her interest in Ancient Egypt.
Two years earlier, when she was 19, she had first visited the