(Paris at night. MRS. FITZHERBERT and LADY LINDSAY dine with French aristocrats. LADY LINDSAY appears to be enjoying herself while MRS. FITZHERBERT seems a little anxious and sullen.)
LADY LINDSAY
There are several amiable Catholic bachelors dining with us this evening, Maria.
MRS. FITZHERBERT
It appears there are.
LADY LINDSAY
Do any of them pique your interest?
MRS. FITZHERBERT
Not particularly.
(A servant enters and hands MRS. FITZHERBERT a stack of papers, apparently another long letter from the PRINCE OF WALES. LADY LINDSAY sees this and takes the letter from MRS. FITZHERBERT before she can read it.)
MRS. FITZHERBERT (cont.)
Anne!
LADY LINDSAY
(Putting the letter under her chair)
No reading at the table! We must put that gentleman out of your mind for good, but such a thing is impossible if you are constantly reading his letters.
MRS. FITZHERBERT
How can I when he is constantly writing to me?
(LADY LINDSAY ignores her, irritating MRS. FITZHERBERT. She looks pensively at the letter under LADY LINDSAY's chair. Cut to Scene XII.)
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The Drunken Feathers
Historical FictionIn this biographical series that begins in 1784, twenty-one-year-old George, Prince of Wales-- the eldest son of King George III and heir to the British throne-- spends his youth idly by keeping countless mistresses, drinking profusely, and making f...
