How to Fake It in Society

Titus tried to raise the subject again when they went to bed that night. He had told Mrs. Thorpe not to bother with a truckle bed. His bed was large and wide, and it was commonplace to share. He’d done so plenty of times in poverty; he would take the benefit of it now he was rich.

Rich with the money that might have been Nico’s. He’d stopped feeling guilty about that largely because of Nico’s insistence he didn’t have to, and now the feelings were back with a vengeance.

“Thank you for your help tonight,” he began as they undressed. “I’m sorry. That must have been a horribly uncomfortable dinner for you.”

“Infinitely worse for you, mon ami.”