CHAPTER SIXAraminta picked up her reticule which she had placed on top of her cloak and attached the silk ribbons to her wrist.
It already contained the money she had expended on purchasing the food for Lord Rothingham’s dinner, but her fee had not been sent downstairs with it.
There was nothing more to do because the kitchen maids had washed all the dishes she had brought with her. They were ready to be carried to a Hackney carriage as soon as she asked one of the pantry boys to find her one.
She had learnt from the footman that Lord Rothingham’s party had already left for the Duchess of Beaufort’s ball.
“His Royal Highness enjoyed the dinner, miss,” one of the footmen said. “He sampled every dish offered to ’im.”
“I am glad to hear that,” Araminta replied.
She saw now the same foot
