11
Letty didn’t like the tired, worn look in her husband’s eyes. They’d returned to the townhouse after the dinner at Carlton House this evening, and now Adam was seated at his desk, writing a few hasty letters while Mr. Helms and Mina packed their trunks again. Letty had changed out of her court gown into a blue velvet carriage dress for the long trip ahead.
“Where are we bound?” she asked Adam.
He finished writing a letter and rubbed the ink to blot it. “We’re headed to my uncle’s home.”
“I wasn’t aware you had any uncles.”
“Just the one, and he’s rather a character.” Adam called Shelton, and the underbutler soon entered the study.
“Yes, my lord?”
“Take these. One is for Caroline and the other for Sturges. He is to deliver it to Mr. Walpole himself.”
Shelton accepted the messages
