Georgina took her napkin from her lap and dabbed discreetly at the corners of her mouth, not wanting to ruin any of her make-up. When Augustus had told her his nephew would be joining them for the evening she had been expecting someone much younger, especially considering Augustus’s descriptions of his illnesses. It was a testimony to his uncle’s good care that the boy had lived so long, she was sure.
“The soup is delicious. You must remind me to ask your chef for the recipe so I may have some made for myself. I’m sure it is very restorative.” She said, laying the napkin back down in her lap.
Everything in the home was ordered, she had noticed and practical, very much like Augustus himself. Katherine was such a serious young woman, perhaps she had made a mistake settling on Gaultier as Katherine’s future husband when there were much more agreeable, and well titled, men about.