Page 7 of The Season for Loving
Eliza waited until he left the room, then gave Georgie a sympathetic grimace. “I’m sorry, my dear. I’ll talk to him later. Perhaps he’ll allow you to go up to London for a few weeks after the holidays. Or perhaps Bertie and I will go up and you can stay here.”
“I won’t drive you out of your own house, not when you just got back into it. But truly, Eliza, I do think he’s going to drive me out of my wits. He tries hard not to, but he can’t seem to help himself.”
“You must be heartily sick of us, mooning about like two love-struck fools. It’s almost embarrassing at our age.”
Georgie couldn’t help laughing at Eliza’s comically scrunched up face. “I do feel like a bit of a voyeur at times, but you are newlyweds, after all. You’re supposed to act like that.”
“We can’t seem to help it, but that’s neither here nor there. Unfortunately, I don’t think Bertie’s going to agree to your plan while you’re still under his guardianship.”
“And I won’t be of age for another ten months,” Georgie said. Even after that he could still be a bother, since he held trusteeship of her funds.
“Drat the man,” said his wife. “I’m not quite sure what to do about this.”
“Neither am I. But be assured I’ll think of something.”
