Last Man Standing 3 - The Secrets of a Proper Lady by Victoria Alexander

Author:Victoria Alexander
Language: ron
Format: mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Dear Lady Cordelia,

Upon further reflection, I fear my previous missive might have seemed somewhat pompous, even arrogant. I assure you that was not my intent. However, I am extremely proud of my country and its people. It was a mere seventy-three years ago that we threw off the bonds of tyranny imposed upon us by a government that had grown unresponsive and intolerable. And in this century, we were again forced to protect our people and our homes against the excesses of that same foreign power. Not once but twice we have faced what you describe one of the greatest countries on earth and have emerged strong and victorious.

Perhaps my view is not arrogant as much as realistic...

Daniel stood in the foyer of Lord Marsham's grand London house and resisted the urge to pace impatiently. Still, every

moment he was kept waiting was another moment put toward trying to find the right words. The butler who had commanded

him to wait while Sarah was fetched now eyed him with obvious suspicion. It was apparent that the servant saw himself as

guardian of the household and its occupants, the unflappable, undefeatable protector of his charges. The man probably had a bias against Americans as well or perhaps he just didn't like Daniel. Given the ache in his head and the strange, heavy weight in the vicinity of his heart, Daniel wasn't especially fond of himself at the moment.

Without warning the front door flew open and a tall, fair-haired man strode into the house.

"My lord." The butler gasped. "We were not expecting you. We had no idea. We — "

The man laughed. "I do so enjoy it when I can surprise you, Hodges."

"You always have, my lord." The butler — Hodges — stared for another moment, then regained his composure. "The family is in Brighton, sir."

"As is to be expected at this time of year." The man chuckled. "I thought I would stop at the house first then proceed on to Brighton."

"Lord Marsham was here yesterday. He returned to Brighton this morning, but Lady Cordelia and Miss Palmer are still in residence. Your aunt is expected to join them today. Lady Cordelia is at her dressmaker's and is not expected back for several hours." Hodges paused in a significant manner.

"However, Miss Palmer is here."

"A stroke of luck then." The man grinned. "Send for Miss Palmer if you would, Hodges." Send for Miss Palmer?

"I already have, sir." Hodges slanted a pointed look at Daniel and the newcomer noticed him for the first time.

"Good day." Daniel stepped forward.

"Good day," the man said in a pleasant if cool manner. "Forgive me for being abrupt but have we met?"

"I doubt it." He extended his hand. "Daniel Sinclair."

"Viscount Creswell." The viscount shook Daniel's hand. "Daniel Sinclair did you say?"

Daniel nodded.

Creswell's brow furrowed, then his expression cleared. "The American?"

"I am an American," Daniel said slowly.

"I have heard of you."

Daniel's brows drew together. "You have?"

"Indeed I have. Lord Norcroft is an old friend of mine and we correspond regularly. I've been out of the country for more than a year.

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