Brendon’s guests,” she said, “and I scarcely think it would be nice
of me to leave him alone with Sydney. She tore open the envelope and read it. Part 3
She dressed carefully for dinner in a black dress that her father liked, and that
made her look serious and responsible. Her father, Bartolomeo, was a well-respected member
of the Arte di Calimala: the Wool Makers Guild in
Mantua. "But, we'll soon see. I know my
son's voice too well. Or was that perhaps because his business in Piccadilly the other day had
gone awry? Perhaps Brewis Charvill had not welcomed him with open arms. I keep it for my own drinking," he
added in a lower tone. “Lucy! You found me! I was just about to sleep some
of those rum and Cokes off like the pig I am. Pah! Damned Frenchified—’
‘If you say again,’ threatened Melusine, moving to meet him like a jungle cat
poised for the kill, ‘this scorn of a thing French, monsieur le baron, I shall be
compelled to give you this apoplexy of which she speaks, madame. "
"You are offering your hand to me?"
"Without reservations.
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