Once Upon a Wedding Night
“Nick sourly recalled Miss Eleanor's words as he stood in the pouring rain on the steps of the Derring's Mayfair mansion. The butler regarded him as if he were a bug to be scraped from the bottom of his shoe, not bothering to invite him inside the foyer.
"Your card, sir?" the butler intoned for the second time, his haughty accents even more disdainful than when he first asked. "I already told you. I don't have a card—" "Then I am sorry, sir," the butler cut in, his icy regard indicating he was anything but apologetic. "No one gains entrance without a card. And if you should acquire a card and Her Grace agrees to see you—" The butler sniffed disdainfully, the fellow's eyes raking him with great skepticism at this possibility. "Her Grace receives only on Tuesdays and Thursdays from two to four." Nick raised his voice against the rain's increasing volume. "How about I just tell you my name, and you can pretend you're reading it off a card." "I am sorry, sir—" Nick's patience snapped.
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