Page 28 of Lady Dramatic
His wife, Lady Felicity, laughed. “You know you adore it,” she said. “Except when it is your turn.”
Lady Verity nodded knowingly. “It was how we discovered that Mr. Stratton stares at Felicity when she sleeps.”
“Because he stays in the same room all night,” Lady Valor said in a tone that could only be described as disgust.
“I stared one time!” Stratton said. “Or twice at the most.”
“Fib!” Lady Valor shouted.
“Ah, look!” the duke cried, “you have all given them both a look of foreboding. Never mind it, gentlemen—you cannot win. All you can do is drink to get through it.”
“I plan to ask some pointed questions,” Lady Valor said threateningly.
What was this game? He was to be asked pointed questions and then what? Was he to understand that Stratton and his bride’s sleeping habits had been inquired into?
He did not know what he was in for, but as the duke had risen and directed the footmen to relocate the port and brandy bottles to the drawing room, he was about to find out.
