A special acknowledgment to my fellow Avalon author Beate Boeker and her Latin teacher, Jurgen Wagner, for their assistance March 1811-Faraday Hall, EssexOh, Moo, do put that book away" Seated at her usual spot at breakfast, Lady Augusta Worth turned a page of the La Belle Assemblee magazine ...
Bloxwich village near Faraday Hall, Essex.It is the height of the Season and there are no desirable, eligible gentlemen in Town. I cannot say where they have gone.Lady Charlotte Worth recalled her aunt Mary's words from the letter she received just that morning. Charlotte leaned forward to peer o...
He wasn’t quite sure. He rubbed the top of his cane with his gloved hand in contemplation and made a concerted effort to stare in their direction and not to rest upon any of them. To gaze out the window and ignore the guests would be beyond rude. “I thank you again for your generosity, Papa. You ...
Laurie interrupted. Randall looked up from his book. “Yes, Laurie, what is it?” The butler had a regal air about him. “His lordship wishes me to remind you of the opera performance you will be attending this evening.” “I’d be hard pressed to forget it.” Randall cracked a smile. “Uncle Cyrus has b...
Had Eugenia not refused to accompany her little sister Marguerite and her governess, Mrs. Moss, to the village that very morning, and had she not returned from her short walk at that precise time, Eugenia would have missed her elderly relative altogether. “Whatever are you doing here, Auntie? You...
Come on! Come on!” Frederick Worth, Earl of Brent, braced himself against the cold under his multicaped greatcoat. He then gathered the worn ribbons in hand and waved to his companion, Trevor Rutherford, to make haste. “Be quick about it, man!” A Fenton’s porter hoisted a small trunk behind the b...
Under her arm she carried the satchel containing her notes, extra paper, pencils, and books she would need.Slipping out of Worth House, she followed the few handwritten directions on Sir Samuel's map. His aunt's town house was not far, well within walking distance. Soon, Muriel stopped before an ...
The squire waited for Cassandra on the landing, surveying the guests of Almack’s. Relieved of her pelisse, she approached him. He was unable to tear his gaze from her golden sarcenet dress. The unadorned low decolletage displayed her shoulders and more cleavage than she had dared before. And was ...
She had not realized how much she had missed this life of quiet. Yes, if she had a choice, she would not live in London but away from the dirt and noise—just outside a small village would suit her fine. And although Dorset was not remotely near Essex, the commonality of country life, if not lands...
Hayes watching him the night before at Dibblees’. Mrs. Hayes sat inconspicuously to his left, a row back. She was far more interested in the musical performances than she was in him, proving to Haverton that any notice she had taken in him had been imaginary. This performance began with a violin ...