Laurie interrupted. Randall looked up from his book. “Yes, Laurie, what is it?” The butler had a regal air about him. “His lordship wishes me to remind you of the opera performance you will be attending this evening.” “I’d be hard pressed to forget it.” Randall cracked a smile. “Uncle Cyrus has been talking of nothing but the opera.” “I hadn’t realized my lord was overly fond of the theater, sir.” Randall rested the book on his chest. “I believe it is a lady who has caught his interest.” Laurie’s left eyebrow lifted, while keeping his austere facial expression intact. “Well, I think enough said, really.” Randall glanced at the page to find where he had left off. “Thank you.” “Yes, sir.” Still seated, Randall noted Laurie had not left. “Is there something else?” “I believe it was the earl’s intention, sir, to have you ready yourself for this evening’s festivities,” Laurie continued in a disapproving tone. “You can’t be serious.”
