![]() She sipped it, and with her free hand turned over the billets in the hope of seeing the Viscount’s sprawling handwriting. Her chocolate was brought in on a tray with her letters. She awoke next morning heavy-eyed and despondent. Pleading fatigue, Horatia went early to bed, and lay for a long time wondering what Pelham had done, and what she should do if Pelham had failed. What she found to talk about she could never afterwards remember, but talk she did, until the coach drew up at the theatre, and she was safe from a tête-à-tête for three hours.Ĭoming home there was of course the play to be discussed, and the acting, and Lady Louisa’s new gown, and these topics left no room for more dangerous ones. ‘Very well,’ Rule said, and opened the door for her to pass out.Īll the way to Drury Lane Horatia kept up a flow of conversation. ‘It – it is too l-late to change them n-now!’ she managed to say. There was an awful silence Horatia’s throat felt parched suddenly her heart was thumping violently. ‘You should not wear rubies with that particular shade of satin, my dear. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ‘May I be permitted to venture a suggestion?’ he said gently. ‘Certainly, my dear.’ He picked up her taffeta cloak and put it round her shoulders. ‘W-weren’t you? No, of c-course you weren’t! I mean – d-don’t you think it is t-time we started for the p-play, sir?’ ![]()
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