The day after, Augusta sat in her drawing room, a storm brewing behind her calm facade.
"How did it go with what I asked you to do?" she asked the moment Mr. Prescott was shown into the room.
Her informant bowed, his expression serious. "My sources have confirmed it, Baroness," he replied, taking a seat opposite her. "Baron Edgar and the Dowager Duchess did have a private meeting at a tea shop four days ago."
"And?" Augusta pressed, her fingers tapping impatiently on the arm of her chair.
"Here's what my informant at the printing press printed out this morning," Prescott said. He handed Augusta a freshly printed, flimsy gossip pamphlet.
