June 1763: Part Eight
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June 1763: Part Eight
Rose heard muffled shouts outside while she ate her dinner. The sounds went on for several minutes. She knew what it was: Will pretending to be drunk. “What on earth was that noise?” she asked a footman, when the second course was placed in front of her.
“One of the grooms has been drinking,” the footman said, his voice prim with disapproval. “He made a mess of the grooms’ quarters. Broke several chairs.”
“Goodness,” Rose said. “How shocking. Which groom?”
“Fenmore, ma’am.”
“Fenmore?” She tried to look surprised and alarmed. “I trust he’s been turned off?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Good,” Rose said. She stared down at her plate. It’s begun.
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