—The Merchant of Venice, Act II, Scene vi It was past two o'clock in the morning when the Dowager Duchess of Wycliffe's coach stopped in front of Carroway House. Georgiana rubbed her tired toes one last time and stood as the liveried tiger pulled open the door for her."I'm glad Milly's doing better," Frederica said. "Do tell her I said so.""I will." Georgiana kissed her aunt on the cheek. "Good night.""Come and visit me more often, my dear."She stopped, looking over her shoulder at the duchess. "I won't be here forever. Milly's nearly able to get about on her own, and then you'll be able to get tired of me all over again.""Never, child."Dawkins couldn't seem to remain awake during the day, much less after one in the morning, so Georgiana let herself in. Tristan and Bradshaw had vanished fairly early in the evening, undoubtedly to one of the half dozen gaming rooms the Duke of Devonshire had set up. She'd hoped Tristan might come by the ballroom again to at least see with whom she might be dancing, but he hadn't.
