Fabian was rather delighted that his Uncle had allowed him out this evening. True, the Hurst’s did only live down the road from them but it was still a party with drink, and guests his uncle hadn’t vetted and some he didn’t even know. For Fabian that was thrilling enough.
He had been allowed a small glass of wine, and already had refused a dance! He would have loved to agree but dancing would weaken his heart such he couldn’t chance it – especially the energetic dances the young ladies here seemed to engage in. He took a small sip of his wine, grinning widely, intent on drinking in all the details – the colours and the music – in case this was the last chance he had in a long time.