I haven’t seen Mr Beaumont for a good while now. And, if you catch up with the slippery devil, you can tell him from me that I want my rent. If I don’t soon get it, I’ll set the duns to find him.’ With that fervent threat Mrs Dale tried to close the door in Viscount Devlin’s face. The toe of one of his polished boots was swiftly wedged on the threshold and prevented her doing so. ‘The rest?’ Nicholas asked and gave the landlady a smile. ‘Other people have been here looking for him?’ Mrs Dale allowed him to push the door a little wider open, her eyes slipping over him in sly assessment. He was Quality, no doubt about it, and might pay her for her time and trouble if she answered a few of his questions. He was probably in a similar situation to hers: owed cash by that wastrel and with no idea how to run him to ground. At the beginning she’d thought Mr Beaumont a fine fellow, with his nice clothes and posh voice, and had no hesitation in renting him rooms. This house on Westbury Avenue was one of the sounder properties Mrs Dale owned and was in a nice part of town, too.
What do You think about Regency Mistresses: A Practical Mistress\The Wanton Bride?
