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“So now you’ve landed yourself in debt?”
    “You are too perceptive by half, Hen.” Julian raked his hair with a sigh. “If you must know, I only came back to Shropshire to take stock of my disposable assets.”
    “Has it truly come to that?” she asked.
    “I’m not ruined, if that’s what you fear. I was just drunk and stupid. I daresay I’ll recover in time.”
    “From which condition? Drunkenness or stupidity?” she asked.
    He winced. “Touché. But what the devil else am I to do with myself?”
    “Why not turn to something more respectable? I don’t understand why you don’t stay here, Julian. Your father left you a substantial property. With a little effort on your part, it could surely produce a decent income.”
    Julian slumped in his chair. “You don’t understand how it is, Hen. I have no skills to speak of, though I proved remarkably talented at survival. The worst I suffered was a ball in the arse, while all the best chaps—Wiggington, Usher, Codrington, and Barrett—got blown to bits.”
    Henrietta’s breath hitched involuntarily. Of the original coterie of Bishop’s Castle hellions, only she, Harry, and Julian remained. One by one, Thomas Wiggington, Philip Usher, Daniel Codrington, and Nigel Barrett had all fallen to Napoleon. Only Julian had made it through the war relatively unscathed, at least on the outside.
    She shut her eyes at the sudden ache in her chest, feeling anew the loss of her childhood friends. When she opened them again, Julian stood beside her. He took her hand in his.
    “I’m sorry, Hen. That was bloody insensitive of me. What I meant to say is that things are different now. Why should I go and muck it all up when my factor has estate matters well in hand? Besides that, I would surely hang myself from boredom within a fortnight.”
    “Is it so very bad for you, Julian? I thought you were happy here, that you enjoyed country pursuits—riding, fishing, and hunting with the hounds. I still do.” She couldn’t comprehend why he seemed to shun his ancestral home.
    “I did once,” he confessed. “It was an ideal life when I was a boy, but things have changed. I’m changed, Hen. Indeed, the only things I’m any good at are cards and fu—” his cheekbones suddenly colored, “er . . . fighting. War does that to a man, and once it happens, there’s no going back.”
    She understood all too well. Her life had once changed due to circumstances beyond her control, and she could never get it back either. “So what shall you do?”
    “What I’ve done the past six years—survive one day at a time.”
    “Surely there is more to life than mere survival, Julian,” she said softly. “Do you truly believe you will never be happy?”
    He slumped back in the chair with a sigh. “What is happiness ? I’m not even certain I remember anymore. What about you?” Julian asked. “What would make you happy?”
    “Freedom. Independence. A life in which I can do as I please,” she answered. “I think that would make me very happy indeed.”
    His brow wrinkled. “What do you mean by independence , Henrietta?”
    “Today marks my twenty-first birthday, Julian. Now that I have attained my majority, I fully intend to make some changes in my life. I’m beginning with a trip to London.”
    His eyes widened. “Today is your birthday, Hen? I’m sorry I didn’t remember.”
    “It’s no matter to me. I’m used to it by now!” She laughed. “No one else remembers. They are all too preoccupied with Harry and Penelope’s wedding.”
    Julian shook his head. “That won’t do at all, Hen. If everyone is preoccupied, we’ll simply celebrate it together.”
    “But didn’t you just tell Harry you were leaving for town?”
    “It can wait. Now,” he took her hand. Henrietta gave a slight shiver as he caressed her knuckles with his thumb, “tell me how you wish to spend your day.”
    “Come ride with me, Julian,” Henrietta said, her gaze seeking his. “Let’s both be