Rather, that was what he had meant to do. The books lay disregarded on the desk in front of him while he stared at the tall wooden clock that stood in front of a far wall. With the best intentions in the world, or almost the best, because Benedict had to admit that he had been more than a little motivated by his baser self, he had landed in a pickle of rare proportions. Now the duke of Chalmondly had joined their merry little party. Benedict hoped that, by her old friend’s arrival, Odette’s mood might be improved. Phineas was as rich as Croesus. He loved a good wager, as well as all matters concerning sport, and had been a more than competent gentleman jockey in his youth. The duke had also been, and still was, an unrepentant reprobate. Benedict wondered what Lord Chalmondly would make of his other houseguests. Specifically, his youngest houseguest. He hoped the duke would not greet Miranda, as was his habit, with a tickle and a pat. As if his thoughts had conjured her, Miranda entered the room.
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