are insulting!â she said through stiff lips.
He gave her a thin smile. âBut nevertheless honest. Until tomorrow afternoon then?â
Leaving her no chance to reply, he turned and left.
Chapter Two
L ord Delaney approached Tertius as soon as he saw him alone.
âWell, how goes the courtship?â
Tertius hid a yawn behind his gloved hand. âNormal, I expect.â
âI must say you make a fine couple.â He cleared his throat. âYou havenât taken it amiss your fatherâs ordering you to marry and choosing your bride for you?â
Sky shrugged. âAs long as my affianced has received the proper upbringing and is a virtuous young lady, the two of us should make out tolerably well together.â
Lane smiled. âYou can rest easy on that score. Lady Gillian is a diamond of the first water. Your father has chosen the best of the seasonâs crop.â
Skyâs lip twisted. âIâm sure that was no hardship for him. Women are his specialty.â
Delaney laughed. âLord Caulfield is an expert in the field of beauty and wit.â He rubbed his hands together. âSpeaking of which, the evening is still young. What say we leave this establishment and find greener pastures?â
Sky raised an eyebrow at his friend. âWhat had you in mind?â
âSince youâve been away from London so long, why donât we start by getting you reacquainted with some of theâerâdelights of town?â
âThe only delights I recall are waking up with my head about to split open like a ripe melon and going to my father like a young whelp, begging him to cover a debt of honor incurred the night before.â
Lane chuckled. âLondon hasnât changed much, but I trust you have. You are a man of means. You donât have to go to your father anymore, do you, to cover your gambling debts?â
âThat is one thing that has changed for the better. I also know how to hold my liquor,â he added as the two headed out of the ballroom.
âI have the most delicious thing to show you.â
âYes? Whereabouts?â
âDrury Lane.â He removed his watch. âWeâre in time for the second show. Come along. You shanât regret it.â
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Once seated in Lord Delaneyâs box at the theater, Sky observed that the earlier show had been a performance of Richard the Third with Kean. He would have preferred seeing the debut of the actor who was causing such a stir on the London stage to the farce being enacted now.
âSee, what do you think?â his friend asked him, leaning forward in his seat.
Taking up his opera glasses, Tertius regarded the players on the stage. He lingered on a pretty actress before replying to Delaney. âThe one playing the maidservant?â
âIsnât she divine? Look at that leg, that shapely calf!â
âYes, she is the handsomest of the lot,â he said, continuing to eye the young woman who was retorting to a male actor. As she swiveled around, he gave her a slap on the backside. The crowd roared with laughter.
âHandsome? Sheâs beautiful. A goddess.â
Tertius nodded. She was beautiful, even beneath her painted face and atrocious wig. He recognized the classical features. Suddenly she looked straight at him and acknowledged his scrutiny with a saucy wink before performing a pirouette away from his end of the stage. He could say the wink wasnât meant for him for all the attention she paid him after that. But he knew it was real. He had enough experience to know.
âI tell you,â Lane waxed on, âI shall have her before another fortnight is out. She has been holding off, but she wonât be able to resist me much longer. Everyone in town is vying for her affections. I have sent her flowers, candies, baubles. Yesterday, I sent her a pair of silver bracelets. I promised their duplicate in gold the day she allowed me to visit her after a