Chapter Five
Quinton, Lord Ainsby was in the middle of his toilette when Charles was admitted to his bedchamber.
“Cousin, a pleasant surprise, as always,” Ainsby said, looking up from buttoning his breeches.
“Didn’t mean to interrupt you, Quin,” Charles said, closing the door behind him.
His cousin just shrugged. “Quite all right. You are always welcome to observe a master at work.” He narrowed his eyes at Charles. “Might learn something. That neck cloth is quite a piece of work. What did you do, scrunch it up and then hope it would fall correctly?”
Charles turned and looked at himself in the tall mirror in the corner of the room. He tried to straighten his neck cloth. It was looking a little frumpy. He sighed. “I did my best. I don’t have a Handwell to tie it just so like you do,” he
