Chapter 43

London, a few weeks later

Augusta was exhausted.

As soon as Betsy, her new lady's maid, finished unlacing her stays, she dismissed the girl and flopped down on her bed, still in her shift and stockings. She had an hour before she needed to dress for this evening's entertainment and she intended to spend it napping. London was magnificent, but even managing Cairnwyck Castle alone had never seemed so daunting. When was a woman supposed to sleep? After a two-week stay at Fordyce Hall, with which she'd already fallen utterly in love - they'd moved on to the Capitol and Augusta wasn't sure she'd had more then ten minutes off her feet since they'd arrived ten days earlier.