The Courtship - Bride 05 by Catherine Coulter

Author:Catherine Coulter
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2011-11-25T23:50:31+00:00

Alexandra said, “I think you should have men following Lord Crowley as well. He seems the more dangerous of the two.”

“She’s right,” Lord Beecham said. “I have only one bully boy footman. I shall simply hire another.”

“I will as well,” Douglas said.

Alexandra said, “I have heard that Reverend Older has this knack of sniffing out money.”

“He sniffs everything,” Lord Beecham said. “A very cunning man, is Reverend Older. I believe he is quite the best orator I’ve ever heard. I have always liked him. I hope he isn’t a scoundrel.”

“You gentlemen should see him flirt. He is really quite accomplished at it. I fear to tell you this, but once he did ogle me, just a bit.” Lord Beecham said, “The last time I saw him, he told me he was going to marry, retire, and manage the lady’s stud in Wessex. He told me he wants to breed horses.”

“That old lecher. No, not about buying a stud, Heatherington, but about looking at my wife’s bosom.”

“Whom does he wish to marry, Spenser?”

“Lady Chomley.”

“A lovely woman,” said Alexandra, then she frowned.

“What? What is it?”

Alex said, “I have heard it said that Lilac enjoys the more titillating sorts of lovemaking.”

Her husband gave her a ferocious frown. “What the hell does ‘titillating’

mean? Something that you and I don’t do on a regular basis? Are you keeping some new and perverse sort of pleasure from me, Alexandra?” She went red to her earlobes. She pressed her palms to her cheeks. She took an extra moment to clear her throat. “I don’t wish to pursue it at this time, Douglas. Now, Spenser, let me tell you about the twins.” After five minutes of hearing about the most brilliant, most beautiful twosome of children in all of England, Lord Beecham said, “If I were some other man, perhaps I should not mind having twins. One to sit on each knee. One to hold with each hand.”

Both Sherbrookes stared at him.

“If they yelled their heads off,” Douglas said, “what would you do if you were this other man?”

“What do you do, Douglas?”

“I take them riding.”

Lord Beecham frowned as he looked out the carriage window. He didn’t know why he had said that. It didn’t matter. It was not relevant to him or his life, at least for another ten years or so. Forty-five would be a good age to bring his heir into the world.

The British Museum was vast in size and very dim inside. Every footstep on the stone floors replayed itself a dozen times all around, each new echo more menacing than the last. It was also damp. There was no need for Douglas to tell his wife to keep her cloak shut, she was fisting it tightly beneath her chin.

“It is better in the back rooms,” Lord Beecham said. “There are fires and many branches of candles. It’s downright cozy in the room where I usually meet Reverend Mathers.”

“A few more windows might make this place less dreary,” Alexandra said.

“Perhaps some warm draperies.”

“Only very serious gentlemen come here,” Douglas said, nodding to the porter.

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