The Constant Companion by M. C. Beaton

Author:M. C. Beaton [Beaton, M. C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-7953-2003-3
Publisher: RosettaBooks
Published: 1980-09-21T16:00:00+00:00

Lord Philip was. No amount of blue blood flowing in his veins, no amount of titles or family crests or family pomp could protect him from that universal illness—premarital nerves.

Constance had been, well, not overwhelmed enough, he decided irritably. On the few occasions he had seen her since his proposal, she had been very quiet and timid and seemed distressingly unaware of his great condescension.

His bachelor life had assumed a rosy and enchanting glow it never had before.

He was roused from his thoughts by the arrival of Peter Potter who ambled in, in his usual way, unannounced.

He was impeccably dressed as ever but had crowned it all by his usual lapse of memory by having a red Kilmarnock cap pulled down over one ear. He looked for all the world like a extremely gentlemanly pirate.

“You are wearing your nightcap,” said Lord Philip grumpily, and then burst out with what was really worrying him. “I can’t help wishing I didn’t have to go through with this wedding tomorrow. Constance does not seen aware of the sacrifice. I could, after all, have looked higher.”

“‘Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim/When King Cophetua lov’d the beggar-maid,’” quoted Peter, “except in your case, Adam Cupid seems to have missed. I thought you loved the girl.”

“I am very fond of her,” said Philip stiffly.

“Oh, no you’re not,” said Peter. “You’re in love with the idea of the high and mighty Philip proposing to the penniless Miss Lamberton. She has no high and mighty pride.”

“She’s got nothing to be high and mighty about,” snapped Philip, feeling edgy as he again thought of the ceremony on the morrow.

“You’re nervous, that’s all,” said Peter, pulling off his cap and staring at it for a few seconds in amazement. “Otherwise I should be deuced angry at you for talking such snobbish fustian.”

“I suppose I am,” sighed Philip with a disarming smile. “Getting to sound quite like my sister, eh? Oh well, there’s nothing can be done about it now.”

“Come round to the Cocoa Tree and have a bumper with me,” said Peter. “You’re as blue-devilled as a monkey’s arse.”

Lord Philip grinned. “For a poet, you have a strange way with words, Peter,” he said with a laugh. “Yes, I’ll go with you, but, dear God, I wish this curst, boring wedding were over and finished with!”

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