The Art of Deception 35
or Pride and Extreme Prejudice
This week continues a spy story set in late Georgian England, the year before Trafalgar. Last week, General Dumouriez managed to corner Alice. He looking for one thing, she another. Neither succeeds in this week’s snippet.
Mr King rose and addressed them, “Signora Catalani must rest her voice, she will return after the supper break.”
As the hum of voices rose to a loud babble, Alice asked the General again, “What can you tell me about Mr Stanton?”
“You are most interested in him, are you not?”
“I have my reasons.”
“Then he can,” the general switched back to English, “Plow his own row; I think that’s the idiom.” He bowed his leave and went in search of more compliant companionship.
Alice shrugged, it had been a long shot, but worth the candle; she walked to the room where supper was laid.
On her way in, someone accosted her, “Miss Green, Alice!”
Alice turned; there was her best friend from back home in Easterly, Sally Willis; Mr Mapleton, Alice’s erstwhile fiancé, or at least fiancé want-to-be, stood next to her.
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My apologies for creative punctuation.
Assembly’s usually had a supper break. All important for socializing. This picture, from the national trust, shows the inside of the assembly r00m (after it was restored from a movie theater). As Miss Austen would say, there are too many women. Unfortunately for Alice, her past catches up with her at this one.
Like poor Cecelia, “The Curious Profession of Dr Craven” is back from the dead.
I’ve released a sweet regency romance, Miss DeVere 
This is a fun read.
Frankenkitty is available.
What happens when teenagers get to play with Dr Frankenstien’s lab notebooks, a few odd chemicals and a great big whopping coil? Mayhem, and possibly an invitation to the Transylvanian Neuroscience Summer School.
