Chapter 9When Jo awoke the following morning, he was lying face down across his bed, still half-dressed. Groggily, by the level of sunlight in the room, he could see that it was already well into the morning. He sat up and wondered if it was his lot to be permanently tired these days.
Last night had been a bit of a trial. After permitting Jo to go forth for two days in a row in a regrettably casual manner, his valet had insisted that he look his best for Lady Hallingday’s drum. Although Jo granted that his reflection in the glass had been a credit to them both, he felt like a trussed up chicken in fussy black satin knee breeches and his slightly too tight evening coat. Sitting around all day with Ben, although a necessary measure, was not good for the figure, and so he decided a bout or t
