lenarosanova

Peg Leg Louisa 439 London. The Docks. Aboard the Elegant Faith. The Captain’s Cabin. Sunday the Twelfth of September. Evening. Seven of the Clock. “So, then…” Ardita leant back in her chair and looked at the others. “Tomorrow. Ndoshta – Maybe.” Johnny nodded and sighed. “We comes all the way back to London and nobody is home… until tomorrow. Maybe.” Lindy reached her hand up and stroked Athena who rippled her colours. Lindy said, “The Prince of Wales is in Hannover…” She shrugged. “Fair enough. Byng is still in Bedfordshire-” She broke off when Dermott gave a sour chuckle. “An’ long may he remain there.” He shot them a sour grin. “Go dtuga sé Dia so tholl!– May it please God!” She smiled. “I agree. And Richard and Vernon are in Northamptonshire.” She laughed, a small hapless sound. “Left Saturday morning.” Israel said with a wink at Bettina, “About the time we were mooring at the docks. We must have passed….” He shrugged. “Like Ships in the Night.” Bettina gave his arm a light slap.