It is licensed only for use by the original purchaser. Making copies of this work or distributing it to any unauthorized person by any means, including without limit email, floppy disk, file transfer, paper print out, or any other method constitutes a violation of International copyright law and subjects the violator to severe fines or imprisonment. CHAPTER ONE “Only think, dear Amelia,” said Lady Margery Quennell, looking around the glittering throng which graced Almack's Assembly Rooms. “After tonight, I will never have to endure another Wednesday night like this again.”Lady Margery was seated next to her aunt, Lady Amelia Carroll, on that uncomfortable piece of furniture known as a rout chair, in the shadow of one of the pillars which supported the musicians’ gallery.She raised her chicken-skin fan to her face to cover a yawn. “I told Papa it was no good sending me to London for season after season. I shall never ‘take,’ you know. And all this bores me so dreadfully.”Lady Amelia gave her comfortable laugh.
