his father cried from an upper window of The King’s Arms when his son rode into the yard beneath the high arched gate. “Hurry! The banker has been waiting for over an hour.”Bromwell did as his father bid and soon entered a wainscoted, comfortably appointed upper room where the remains of a large luncheon sat upon the table. A man who looked every inch the prosperous, if somewhat unfashionably attired, middle-aged man of finance and who’d been seated by the fireplace, rose when Bromwell entered. His father, meanwhile, assumed his usual commanding pose by the fireplace, one arm draped over the mantel.“This is Mr. Denby, my banker,” the earl announced.“I’m honored to meet you, my lord,” Mr. Denby said, bowing. “Your book was wonderful, quite wonderful!”“Thank you.”“Sit down, Mr. Denby, and you, too, Justinian,” the earl commanded.Bromwell obeyed, and when he did, he saw a copy of the Bath Crier near the bucket of coals on the tiled hearth, obviously intended to be used to help light the fire.
What do You think about The Viscount's Kiss (2009)?
