Chapter Five
“Speaking of scoring, you named the group the Wagering Whist Society. Is there to be wagering?” Mrs. Aldridge asked, stroking her little Cavalier King Charles Spaniel. It was always within her easy reach if not actually in her lap.
“I was thinking that it would make the game more exciting if there was,” Christianne said.
“I only have my quarterly pin money, although sometimes it is supplemented with winnings from a race or two,” Miss Hemshawe said, unabashed to admit that her disposable income was limited.
“You actually wager on races?” Lady Moreton asked, sounding fascinated and a trifle horrified.
“Oh, yes! It’s much more fun that way,” Miss Hemshawe replied with a little laugh.
“And your father is aware of this?” Claire asked with a disapproving sniff.
“Of course! H
