say that you are selling your freedom for a ‘mess of pottage’?”
“For ten thousand acres,” the Duke corrected him laconically.
“I have a feeling,” Harry said prophetically, “that you will be paying one way or another for every acre one by one.”
The Duke laughed.
“If I have any more of your gloomy predictions, I shall send you right back to London,” he said. “What you need is another glass of champagne! Oh, and I have forgotten to tell you, amongst my other guests there will be the delectable Marguerite who is arriving this evening especially for you.”
Harry Sheldon sat up and there was a sudden light in his eyes.
“She has accepted?”
“With alacrity!” the Duke replied, “and, hold your breath, she is coming alone. James is unfortunately detained on duty at Buckingham Palace.”
Harry Sheldon made a sound of undisguised exaltation.
“Silvanus, you are a Trojan! You have brought a new light and laughter into my life and one day I shall do the same for you.”
“I will hold you to that,” the Duke said. “God knows, if I am to become a married man, I may well need your help.”
Конец ознакомительного фрагмента.
Текст предоставлен ООО «ЛитРес».
Прочитайте эту книгу целиком, купив полную легальную версию на ЛитРес.
Безопасно оплатить книгу можно банковской картой Visa, MasterCard, Maestro, со счета мобильного телефона, с платежного терминала, в салоне МТС или Связной, через PayPal, WebMoney, Яндекс.Деньги, QIWI Кошелек, бонусными картами или другим удобным Вам способом.
