The scribbled debts of honor had been presented the following morning and sent Lord Percy haring back to Northumberland. He had returned from Vauxhall Gardens the previous morning, so drunk he was barely on his own two feet, moaning about a disastrous run of cards. Lord Percy would be quite some time explaining this mess to the Earl of Hulme. His main hope, of being paid his wages owed, was dashed when Lord Percy rushed out the door, mumbling a half-hearted promise that he would send for Lawrence as soon as he smoothed things over with his father. He hadn’t thought so at the time, when his employer, Lord Percy Willoughby, was frantically throwing belongings into a trunk and shouting at him to hire a carriage.
The best thing that ever happened to Christopher Lawrence was getting sacked.
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