In All Honour by Beth Elliott

Author:Beth Elliott [Beth Elliott]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9780709094449
Publisher: Robert Hale
Published: 2011-08-14T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Greg felt Sarah’s arm stiffen as she looked at Lord Percival. Damn that arrogant swine, glaring at them! Why was he standing in a pose suggestive of drawing a sword? Greg was now certain that Sarah’s distress had a lot to do with this man. And her brother seemed to be adding to her problems. He felt an instinctive urge to protect her, so delicate and lovely a creature, from the web in which she was caught.

He kept his grip on her hand and steered her towards Lizzie. As usual this lively young lady had managed to assemble a group of friends around herself. Greg’s mouth quirked as he saw his brother by her side. Lizzie was introducing Richard to everyone. Greg winked at his brother and was rewarded with the lopsided grin. Richard’s eyes moved to survey Greg’s companion. His eyebrows lifted, but he made no comment, merely exchanging a bow.

‘I have discovered that your brother is a notable whip,’ began Lizzie, fixing Greg with her most appealing smile.

‘Did he tell you so?’ Greg raised one eyebrow.

Richard grinned. ‘Don’t let me down, Brother. I have promised to drive her to Wells.’

Greg stared at both of them forbiddingly. ‘As I said, Lizzie, you are a minx. We will go to Wells when I can organize a proper party for the journey. Please be a little patient.’ He waited until she nodded, then turned to Sarah. ‘I take it you would join the party?’

‘Certainly,’ she said in her usual voice. ‘I should very much like to see the cathedral.’ Greg noticed the shadows under her eyes. Again he felt the urge to smash his fist into Lord Percival’s hard, sneering face. The man was sauntering past, in company with a fellow dressed in an extremely tight-waisted jacket and with shirt points touching his cheeks. This had to be the Lord Montallan the others had been laughing about.

Lord Percival caught Greg’s eye and then he stared pointedly at the bruises still so obvious on Greg’s face. He curled his lip and moved away. Greg’s various aches all throbbed as he remembered the moment he had been hurled against the tilbury. Was the man threatening him? He glanced round at Sarah but she had gone.

Then he saw her with her brother. James had a hand on her back, pushing her towards Lord Percival. Greg manoeuvred himself so that while he talked to the others in the group he could see what would happen. He saw Lord Percival take Sarah’s hand and bow deeply over it. He held on to it for far too long. Greg clenched his teeth.

‘Did you hear what I said?’ asked Lizzie, breaking in on his concentration.

‘Mmm? Er … yes,’ he answered vaguely. Now the blackguard had pulled her arm through his and was strolling round the vast room with her by his side.

‘… so that is agreed,’ Lizzie’s voice broke in again. ‘Perhaps we should go this afternoon. The weather here is so unsettled, if we wait for tomorrow it may rain….

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