Georgina sighed, setting down her spoon and leaning back in her chair. "No, no he doesn't. Not that he feels he can bring home or tell his mother about, but he hardly attracts the right sort of young lady at the moment with his silly scribbling."
She glanced at Fabian, smiling softly. "I doubt your uncle would keep such things in his library, but if you've ever read anything by M. Rochester then yes, you have. I'm afraid I've stopped reading them, they upset me so. The things he writes..."
"Another glass would be lovely." She answered, turning her attention back to Augustus, still surprised he had wanted to introduce her to his nephew.