If she had to spend the rest of her days at 'Her Magesty's Pleasure', there were probably worse crimes for it.
Lottie closed her eyes. It was good, really. It was good that she had found a man whose biggest strike against him was that he was an American - or so the Whitby gossip machine had said - . It was good that she was not rushing into a relationship this time. That she was taking the time to consider her future.

"Please dear, no scandals. Not just now. I don't think I could take this family gettin' hoisted into the muck again. I'm certain yer father's chest can't."