by Walter Besant
"GRATITUDE, MY LORD, TO YOU," HE REPLIED.Opening: At twelve o'clock in the morning the anteroom of the town house of the Right Honourable the Earl of Fylingdale was tolerably filled with a mixed company attending his levee. Some were standing at the windows; some were sitting: a few were talking: m...
I stumbled across this book while doing research on the Georgian era for my second novel, FORTUNE'S SON.I had not previously heard of this popular 19th century author.The Lady Of Lynne reminds me in some ways of Dangerous Liasons, a tale in which a nefarious plot is hatched against a perfectly innoc...
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