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hers.”
    “No question about that,” Longmore said. “She’s never met an adjective or adverb she didn’t like.”
    Clevedon smiled. “That’s what brings in the customers: the combination of gossip and the intricate detail about the dresses, all related as drama. It has the same effect on women, I’m told, as looking at naked women has on men.” He tapped a finger on the Spectacle. “I’ll ask her to keep an eye on Clara. With two of you on watch, you ought to be able to keep her out of trouble.”
    Longmore had no objections to any activity involving Sophy Noirot.
    On the contrary, he had a number of activities in mind, and joining her in keeping an eye on his sister would give him a fine excuse to be underfoot—and with any luck, under other parts as well.
    “Can’t think of a better woman for the job,” Longmore said. “Miss Noirot misses nothing.”
    In his mind she was Sophy. But she’d never invited him to call her by the name all her family used. And so, even with Clevedon, good manners dictated that Longmore use the correct form of address for the senior unmarried lady of a family.
    “With you and Sophy standing guard, the lechers and bankrupts won’t stand a chance,” Clevedon said. “Argus himself couldn’t do better.”
    Longmore racked his brain. “The dog, you mean?”
    “The giant with extra eyes,” Clevedon said. “ ‘And set a watcher upon her, great and strong Argus, who with four eyes looks every way,’ ” he quoted from somewhere. “ ‘And the goddess stirred in him unwearying strength: sleep never fell upon his eyes; but he kept sure watch always.’ ”
    “That strikes me as excessive,” Longmore said. “But then, you always were romantic.”
    A week later
     
    “W arford, how could you?”
    “My dear, you know I cannot command his majesty—”
    “It is not to be borne! That creature he married—presented at Court! —at the King’s Birthday Drawing Room!—as though she were visiting royalty!”
    Longmore was trapped in a carriage with his mother, father, and Clara, departing St. James’s Palace. Though court events bored him witless, he’d attended the Drawing Room, hoping to spot a certain uninvited attendee. But he’d seen only Sophy’s sister—the “creature” his mother was in a snit about. Then he’d debated whether to sneak out or to hunt for an equally bored wife or widow. The palace was well supplied with dark corners conducive to a quick bout of fun.
    No luck with the females. The sea of plumes and diamonds held an overabundance of sanctimonious matrons and virgins. Virgins were what one married. They weren’t candidates for fun under a staircase.
    “Odd, I agree,” Lord Warford said carefully. Though he’d given up being outraged about Clevedon’s marriage, he’d also long ago given up trying to reason with his wife.
    “Didn’t seem odd to me,” Longmore said.
    “Not odd!” his mother cried. “Not odd! No one is presented at the King’s Birthday Drawing Room.”
    “No one but foreign dignitaries,” Lord Warford said.
    “It was a shocking breach of etiquette even to request an exception,” Lady Warford said, conveniently forgetting that she’d told her husband to commit a shocking breach of etiquette by telling the King not to recognize the Duchess of Clevedon.
    But it was up to the husband, not the son, to point this out, and years of marriage had taught Lord Warford cowardice.
    “I could not believe Her Majesty would do such a thing, even for Lady Adelaide,” Mother went on. “But it seems I’m obliged to believe it,” she added bitterly. “The Queen dotes on Clevedon’s youngest aunt.” She glared at her daughter. “Lady Adelaide Ludley might have used her influence on your and your family’s behalf . But no, you must be the most ungrateful, undutiful daughter who ever lived. You must jilt the Duke of Clevedon!”
    “I didn’t jilt him, Mama,” Clara said. “One cannot jilt someone to whom one is not