Georgina reached out to touch Augustus’s hand, smiling widely at him. “I know he’ll listen to you, Augustus. And already looking for marriage prospects for Fabian? You have been planning ahead but I know you’d only consider the finest young women for him.” In all honesty she doubted Fabian would make anyone a desired husband, he seemed too weak to be what any young woman would wish to marry but there was money here and a title. That would certainly bring any number of potential prospects.
She gasped as the boy began coughing violently, unsure what to do. Was he having some sort of fit? She glanced at Augustus.