Untalked Of and Unseen: Part Three

"I, your glass, will modestly discover to yourself that of yourself which you yet know not of."

September 20th

Georgiana loved the autumn, and she could feel it coming. The yellowing leaves had meant little as long as the air still spoke of summer. This morning, the air was fresh and sharp with the first chill of the season. She took it in deeply and was happy. The summer had been hot and strange, and she wouldn't miss it. The parties would be cooler now, and perhaps that would make her less anxious during them. Of course, autumn also meant her brother's wedding, which she anticipated with great joy, was only one season away. And beside all that, autumn meant the first season for archery was upon them.

Untalked Of and Unseen: Part Two

"Be great in act, as you have been in thought."

September 20th

Morning had come too soon. Fitzwilliam had slept poorly on the too-small sofa and had been too sullen to move when Juliette left. He dreaded the confrontation with his uncle, and sleeplessness only magnified it. As well as dread, he felt shame for not noticing this trickery sooner, for not thoroughly investigating his ledgers the moment they became his in the spring. Atop it all, he was humming with so much anger that he feared losing his temper entirely. 

After the struggle to don a calm countenance, he was rather late leaving his room. Yet, he was greeted by a good stroke of luck. His uncle's wife was in the windowless corridor just outside his borrowed room. "Good morning, Aunt Maria."