Chapter Nineteen
As Wickford predicted, half an hour later they were on their way to Saville Row to get a costume for Jamie.
“Do you have a decent pair of breeches? A coat?” Wickford asked as they climbed into his carriage.
“No. I, er, I don’t,” Jamie was embarrassed to admit. What he didn’t say was that his nicest clothes had been sold to pay for food before he’d come up with the idea to become a footman.
“Right, then. That’s first. Secondly, you’ll need some sort of costume,” Wickford said.
“I’m thinking something simple. Perhaps just a cape and a mask. I don’t want to be too memorable to Lady Margaret.”
Wickford nodded. “Yes, good thought. Very well, a cape it will be.”
After being a footman for the past four months, Jamie had to remember how to be a nobleman. It felt odd at firs
