Waterstone has been meeting." Gervase replaced his knife on the side of his plate and gestured for Nicholas to shut the door and be seated. It was only seven o'clock in the morning and Elizabeth had not yet appeared for breakfast. As Gervase scanned Nicholas's worried face, his sense of satisfaction receded and his appetite went with it. "I spoke to some of the regular patrons of the coffee house and found out that the man's name is Jack Llewelyn." Nicholas leaned across the table, grabbed the coffee pot and filled his cup. "Despite his somewhat ragged appearance, Llewelyn is regarded as a gentleman. Rumor has it that he was a military man who was kicked out of his regiment for cowardice." "Llewelyn..." Gervase said thoughtfully. "That is the family name of the Earl of Carmarthen. He had at least three sons that I know of. I wonder if there is any connection there." Nicholas gulped down his coffee and, despite the duke's pained stare, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Nothing I know of yet, Your Grace, although I got the impression that Jack Llewelyn was not the type of man to cross." Nicholas grimaced.
