Her thoughts were banished as Hugo was ushered in, “My eye!” he gasped as he saw her sitting on the bed, her knees drawn up and her chin resting thereon, and unknowingly holding the poise of a seasoned courtesan, “Oh my, but you’re all grown up.”
“So what did you expect?” Amelia demanded. “Too good by half for that common rabble,” Hugo confirmed, “She shall be my whore and mine alone!”
“He is so strong and passionate Mama,” Amelia confirmed, “Is it true Papa was not my father?”
Lady Armitage looked at the floor, “Yes, it is common knowledge.”
“And Stephen is my brother?” Amelia asked. XXX “Please,” she said.
