He couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to Lord Northwick. But he had a feeling she misinterpreted his gesture, because if anything her fingers tightened. Dear God, how much longer would this meal last? “With Lord Northwick?” he could not help but ask. “I wasn’t aware there was one,” he replied. “Oh, Lord Kennard,” Lady Alexandra said, “do you plan to observe the ladies’ archery tournament tomorrow?” George had a sudden urge to leap across the table and rearrange Sir Reggie’s perfect teeth into something far more abstract.įor the love of God, who was born with teeth like that? The man’s parents had clearly sold their souls to the devil. They would have such a good laugh over it.īut she was busy with Sir Reginald, who was now gazing at her as if she were a rare creature. It was exactly the sort of thing she’d find amusing. He looked over at Billie, suddenly eager to tell her about his conversation. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d had so much fun at a formal dinner. A few more minutes of this, and she would surely think him insane. George congratulated himself on a job well done. She was now regarding him with visible unease. “And badgers,” George said cheerfully, popping a bit of bread into his mouth. “Well, of course everyone likes dogs,” Lady Frederica said. But as he was finally starting to enjoy himself, he decided he didn’t care. George supposed he couldn’t blame them his tone had been downright gleeful. Both Fortescue-Endicott sisters stared at him in shock.
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