Chapter 6
“Cursed insipid entertainments,” muttered Forster. He cast a despairing look about the room.
“Think of your sister,” Jocelyn said reassuringly. “She could not be here if you were not.”
“I sometimes think that she would be better off at home, reading her silly novels, than giggling at these worthless entertainments.” Forster looked grim. “How shall I stand it, Avebury? Another two weeks.”
Jocelyn maintained a sympathetic silence. The past week had indeed been filled with boring outings like this one, a dress ball at the home of an important personage. Every doting mama seemed to bear down on a man in uniform the minute he appeared. Forster had counted on at least a pleasant flirtation or two while in Bath, but so far he had not had much luck or attention beyond that of the occ
