—Captain Rees Howell Gronow, Anecdotes of the Camp, the Court, and the Clubs “Well, well.” Sanderson Faulks carefully folded up Miss Thorne’s letter of introduction. “I confess I am astonished, Mr. Harkness.” “I would not have thought a man such as yourself would be easily...
Probably she intended to cry out and burst into the public room. Probably she would have done it, too, had not Harry Rayburn clapped his hand over her mouth and pulled her back. “Don’t.” His breath was warm and his lips brushed her ear softly sending fresh tremors of sensa...
Darington?” said Helene as she entered Miss Sewell’s green parlor. “I am Helene Fitzgerald. How do you do?” The woman got to her feet and bobbed an awkward curtsy. She also twisted her fingers together. “You must forgive me, Miss Fitzgerald, for calling on you like this. I...
Philip stood at the back of Lady Preston’s airy conservatory, not paying any attention to the magnificent lament being sung by the Italian tenor. All his attention was on Caroline, where she sat, six rows from the front, ten rows from the back. Four locks of chestnut hair curled across the back o...
He’d been doing this for a while now, so, for variety’s sake, he stared out the window at the falling snow. The night had not been a good one. He’d sat down at cards with Valmeyer and Pursewell, but it had not been a satisfactory game. His concentration was off, the better...
Usually, he looked forward to it. Tonight, however, when Benedict climbed down from the carriage, he gazed up at the pale facade of his family’s London house and wondered if there was any way to cry off. He was not in the mood for family gossip over roasted capon and Stilton cheese. His head was ...