### Sailing into her room, Deborah turned on her brother who had followed her and charged, “If you had not made a fuss, we would not be in this predicament." Languidly, Cecil moved over to the fireplace where he took up a position, folding his arms and propping one shoulder against the mantle. He eyed her through half-closed eyelids. “What if they do marry?" Deborah complained. “We will have double the worry." “We've more immediate problems, dear sister," he drawled with a sneer. “That ill-bred hoyden practically attacked him this afternoon. As randy as she is, they must be prevented from spending any time alone, or the heir apparent may well be conceived before the vicar blesses their union." Deborah had been pacing the room, kicking the soft swirl of her crepe gown behind her, but at his words plopped down on a chaise lounge. “What can be done?" “For one thing, Anslow must act soon. We can't afford to wait. I shall see him tonight. And you, my devoted sibling, will commence to babysit the little slut. Keep her within your sights at all times. Those two must not be left alone for a minute." “But what will it matter if she is enceinte and he dies?" She posed the question with a hopeful glint in her eyes.
