James could have stopped paying him, cursed him and thrown things at him, and Kit would have stayed. Kit was somewhat confused about who the bride was, but when all was said and done, he found himself installed in a quaint half-timbered cottage in the tiny town of Marslip, sharing the laundry and the servants’ stair with a girl called Jennie Hickson, lady’s maid to the new Mrs. James needed a valet because he was to be married. He’d resigned himself to seeking another position within the year. Another gambler, he’d supposed, probably a rogue, too. James as a friend of Lord Percy’s, Kit knew little about him. He’d accepted on the spot.Īside from recognizing Mr. Which left Kit unemployed and desperate when Maximilian St. The scribbled debts of honor had been presented the following morning and sent Lord Percy haring back to Northumberland. He had returned from Vauxhall Gardens the previous morning, so drunk he was barely on his own two feet, moaning about a disastrous run of cards. Lord Percy would be quite some time explaining this mess to the Earl of Hulme.

His main hope, of being paid his wages owed, was dashed when Lord Percy rushed out the door, mumbling a half-hearted promise that he would send for Lawrence as soon as he smoothed things over with his father. He hadn’t thought so at the time, when his employer, Lord Percy Willoughby, was frantically throwing belongings into a trunk and shouting at him to hire a carriage. The best thing that ever happened to Christopher Lawrence was getting sacked.

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