There are certain aspects about all of this that I prefer to remain private. It is clear from your tone that you are not happy with this decision, however I assure you it is all for the best. I trust it will not be a great deal longer before all of this is behind me, and we may return to our former routine." The brief letter was tossed onto the desk, along with the Earl's York tan driving gloves and the book he had borrowed. Ignoring all of them for the moment, Sheffield made for the sideboard and poured himself a stiff brandy. Though not in the habit of beginning his libations at such an early hour, he decided the events of the past hour merited a glass. Perhaps more than one. Threading his hand through his dark locks, he took a long swallow, hoping the amber liquid might help dampen his heated emotions. Even now, he was hardly aware of how he had managed to guide his team back through the crowded streets of Mayfair, so reeling had his mind been with the staggering revelation that had taken place in Miss Hadley's study. It still seemed beyond belief.
