For the life of him, Will couldn’t remember his third duke from his sixth duke of Northumberland. He only knew his host. It rankled—how much was really vital to remember? Surely if he couldn’t remember it, the Kensingtons and Morgans wouldn’t. Was it not much more important to center on those things that they might apply later on, in their lives in America? But still, if he forgot a detail, he’d hear it from Uncle for hours tonight. He’d changed into his formal coat and waistcoat, more appropriate for the evening’s festivities, and now he was suffering. He ran a finger under his tight collar and bow tie, hoping to catch a deep breath in the heat of evening. Guests were starting to arrive en masse. “I heard Antonio is here,” Uncle had said earlier. “Keep an eye out for him.” “I will,” Will agreed. He looked forward to seeing the man again. On the last tour, Antonio had become like an older brother to Will.
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