Agatha Nobley found it deeply irritating that she was beginning to be known as "Henry's aunt." She had vastly preferred it that week when he sat in her drawing room in his Regency-inspired breeches and was introduced as her nephew. On top of that, she was wracked with indecision. Would she hold onto the reigns and watch as the contents of her dwindling bank account syphoned themselves ever more rapidly into the financial black hole that was Austenland? Or would she make the sacrifice akin to cutting off her own arm and agree to sell the place to that vulgar Charming woman?
Just in case you didn't realise, these drabbles follow on from my monster fic entitled "E-mails from Austenland". You don't have to read that one first, but if you've come this far on your hunt for more Mr Nobley, you might as well start there! That story runs parallel to the plot of Austenland and is made up of e-mails between Henry and his sister, Carrie, during his time under his aunt's spectacularly odd roof!