Georgina felt instantly better as he took her hand and she glanced at him, smiling. It was hardly true that they weren't sending him to bed. If Fabian didn't have his illness as an excuse then she was sure Augustus would have found another. He had been quite insistent about showing her the fabulous rug his father had brought back for the orient and having her on it.
“I’m certain with your guidance he’ll realise that sooner than later.”