CHAPTER SIXNext morning the door knocker never stopped. Bouquets and gifts arrived for Rosina every few minutes, plus a stream of invitations.
“You’re the belle of the season,” her mother said in delight.
She and Charles went riding together in Hyde Park. Lady Doreen and her brother appeared, and the two couples fell in together. Charles edged his way forward so that he could ride beside Lady Doreen, while Rosina fell back and chatted to George, who was in a downcast mood.
“Debts,” he mourned. “They just pile up.”
“You mean you’re extravagant?” she teased.
“And I gamble a bit,” he confessed. “Well, more than a bit. Papa is furious, but he doesn’t know everything.”
“More gambling debts?”
He looked uncomfortable. “And a few other things.”
“There’s nothing for it,” she said merrily. “
