Aldridge sent his footmen home. “Get some food into you then sleep,” he told them. “Tell Richards I’ve given you the rest of the day off.” “I will do myself the honour of escorting you to Winderfield House, my lady,” he told Lady Charlotte. She put her chin up, her Read more…
1807, Somerset “Mathematics is truth,” the girl told Aldridge, her thin face glowing with passion. “It is beauty. The world is patterns of logic and shapes, and the task of mathematicians is to understand those patterns, Lord Aldridge.” Aldridge was drunk, but not so much that he didn’t know he Read more…
She shook her head again. “I have been dreaming about kisses. Not the ones forced on a person, but kisses a woman participates in. I have had the pecks you have given me, and they were pleasant. But I never wanted anything else. The kisses I have glimpsed from time Read more…
For many years, the exploits of the Merry Marquis of Aldridge enlivened discussion whenever gentlemen gathered over a brandy or a game of cards. Those of a delicate mind might think the ladies above such matters as discussing his activities amongst themselves. One would be wrong. Indeed, much of the Read more…
Have the Winderfield twins fallen at last from Society’s highest pedestal? Or, were they undeserving of such regard from the first? Dear reader, your faithful correspondent has known the two beauties since their debut. They have always been the focus of attention, being nieces of the current Duke of Winshire Read more…
The Duchess of Haverford’s ball was the usual crush. Hugh managed one set with Becky, then the Earl of Chirbury asked her to dance, so Hugh retaliated by sweeping Lady Chirbury into the set. They had a number of friends here tonight, and Hugh did his duty by the wives, Read more…