![]() ![]() ![]() “Next week on the marquess’s birthday-if it takes place at all, that is. “Are there to be champagne and speeches and everyone kissing everyone else and slapping everyone else’s back and all laughing their heads off? If so, I had better offer my condolences now.” “Is the announcement to be made at dinner?” his friend asked. Why could Beresford not be like any normal gentleman and take his time over changing into his evening finery? ![]() “Jealousy, jealousy,” Lord Wetherby said, brushing with his hands at the sleeves of his maroon velvet evening coat. You have so much lace at the cuff you will have to be careful not to dip some of it in the gravy.” “You look fine enough to take a whole army of ladies by storm. He was watching his friend get ready for dinner. ” Lord Beresford was straddling a chair in the earl’s dressing room, his arms stretched over the back of it. ![]()
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