Stroke of Genius
“When he found himself set aside not by his choice, solitude was not so pleasing a thing as he’d believed. “His lordship is occupied at present,” the stiffly formal butler said after he informed them his name was Addison. “However, Lord Dorset gave instructions that your every need should be attended, so if anything should be amiss, please bring it to the attention of the staff.” Hook-nosed, sunken-cheeked with only a wisp of hair on his head, Addison reminded Crispin of a very old turtle. “The marquess wished to be notified of your arrival and I shall do so.” Addison ran a vaguely disapproving eye over each of them in turn. “In the meantime, Jenkins will show you to your chambers and you can refresh yourselves from your journey. Dinner is served at eight. Jenkins, if you please.” A very handsome footman appeared wearing powder blue livery and a startling matching powder blue wig. Jenkins made a leg before them and invited them to follow him up the grand curving staircase.“Oh, not you, Mr.
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