“Fabian? And Lord Hurst?” Georgina said. She had meant it as two separate things but once the words were out of her mouth they sounded so plausible together. Lord Hurst had many Mistresses, and that French youth, so why not Fabian? Although she doubted Augustus would speak of it in such light tones if it was anything so dreadful as the old man taking a shine to his nephew. “However do you mean Augustus?”
“A drink would be lovely. A glass of sherry if you’d be so kind.” She said, beginning to unbuttoning her coat.