feel sorry for her, Ash. I suggest you marry her yourself.’
‘I do not need a bride. On the other hand, you do. For someone who owns a vast estate like Bishop’s Court and no direct heir, it is a necessity.’
‘I am more concerned with tracking down whoever is passing false guineas and hoping he will lead me to the coiners.’
‘Yes, I should like to see them in chains myself. I do not like having my pockets raided…’
‘Raided, Ash?’
‘Well, you have deprived me of a guinea and put it in your own pocket.’
‘You could not have spent it without being an accessory. If the loss of a guinea is so important to you, then I will give you one.’
‘No, no, my dear fellow, wouldn’t dream of it. Tell you what, I’ll take you to the Cocoa Tree and toss you for it.’
Harry raised one quizzical eyebrow at his friend. ‘A bad guinea?’
‘Good heavens, no! A good one.’
‘Very well.’
They repaired to the Cocoa Tree and spent a convivial evening with the dice. Miss Rosamund Chalmers appeared to be forgotten.
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