Chapter Twelve

         

Abigail's excitement had finally rubbed off on me. We were on the last leg of Devon and although i was a separate coach with the luggage, i couldn't help the excitement rolling off me with every bump the coach made. 

Devon, if i had not mentioned this afore now, was the county we lived in and was now leaving behind. Mrs Stanley and Master Stanley Jr were lord and lady of Devon and Master Stanley, Sire. That meant Abigail was a lady, which we all knew but oft did not use, preferring instead to address them or refer to them as Master, madame and miss. But as London drew closer to us or we to it ada nail to magnet, it was soon to come to my realization that such tittles were not to be ignored and that London was not only the place to send Abigail off into matrimony, there was more to the story.

London loomed up ahead of my horizon, finally. After i had bid my family and friend a fare-thee-well, we embarked on&nb