Am re-reading Georgette Heyer books at the moment and realised I didn't actually know what a gig looks like, or a curricle or a phaeton, so spent some of yesterday looking at pictures.
Darned if I know how a lady would have gotten in and out of a high perch phaeton in those clothes.
And I perfectly understand why he would refuse a visit from his nephew to his deathbed if the nephew was wearing a sugarloaf hat.
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