Chapter ThirteenAs you may imagine, I was tired the next morning, or rather, later that same morning. I also had to hide the raw marks on my wrists and ankles where the bonds had chafed the skin. When I am tired, I also get grumpy, or crabbit, as we say in this part of the world, so I gruffed at Maggie, snapped at the footman and was surly with my mother, which is never the best idea.
'You look peaky,' Mother said. 'I'll get a tonic for you.'
Mother had the most basic ideas about health. She could also be obsessed with the movement of bowels, speaking of them in the most forward manner, whatever the company. Either that or she was deliberately humiliating me as punishment because I was out of temper. In my day, a tonic was the universal cure for many things, as seawater was the panacea f
