“That was quite rude of you, Whitfield, to call attention to such a thing when Fox hadn’t even realized it himself.” “You knew?” Gideon demanded. “Of course I did. You’ve left your chamber only a handful of times since your wedding night. Stansberry said your correspondence to London has been reduced to a trickle.” Dawson huffed an exaggerated chuckle. “I’ve never swived a woman who made me want to forgo good company and ignore my responsibilities.” Gideon didn’t know what to say.
