“I did, because it has to do with my sister,” Brentwood said.
Now he had Greydon’s attention. “What is it that you want?”
“I intend to re-enter my sister into Society, and I was hoping that you would consider helping her.”
“That is foolhardy,” Greydon said. “Enid is ruined and thetonwill never accept her.”
“I don’t believe that to be true.”
“Then you are a bigger idiot than I thought.”
Brentwood leaned forward in his seat. “With your elevation in status, your acceptance of Enid would go a long way with changing theton’s minds.”
“The only person that could help Enid now would be the Prince Regent.”
“I thought of that, but I doubt I could get an audience with him,” Brentwood said. “And even if I was successful, I am not sure if he would help us.”
Greydon’s eyes were drawn to the fire as it crackled. “Why does Enid even want to rejoin high Society?”
“She doesn’t, but I believe it would be for the best.”
“Enid is a clever woman,” Greydon said. “If she is content staying away from high Society, I would not press it.”
“But I think she is capable of so much more than what she has settled for.”
Greydon shifted in his seat to face Brentwood. “Perhaps, but who are we to judge?” he asked.
“Enid has been to hell and back at the hands of her late husband and I want her to be happy.”
“Has she said that she is unhappy?” Greydon asked.
“No, but I can only imagine how lonely it is just spending all of her time at the townhouse, never venturing out, and never experiencing things that we take for granted.”
Greydon didn’t want Enid to feel an ounce of unhappiness, but what could he do? Enid was ruined the moment she eloped and there was no coming back from that. She had made her bed and now she had to lie in it. On the other hand, if there was the slightest chance that thetonmight accept her once more, should she take it?
A server placed a drink in front of Brentwood and asked, “Will there be anything else, my lord?”
“Not at this time,” Brentwood replied.
After the server walked off, Greydon let out a sigh. “I do believe what you are asking is a fool’s errand.”
Lord Roswell Westlake appeared next to Brentwood and asked, “What is a fool’s errand?”
“I want to re-enter Enid back into Society,” Brentwood replied.
“That would be a tough feat,” Lord Roswell said as he reached for a chair to sit down. “It was just reported in the Society page that Enid is back in Town and the article wasn’t particularly kind to her.”
“More the reason to act,” Brentwood pressed. “Besides, I know my father. He will try to pressure her to wed the first person that asks so she won’t be a drain on our finances.”
Lord Roswell nodded. “I could see a member of the gentry trying to arrange a marriage with Enid. She is, after all, the daughter of an earl, despite being disgraced and all.”
“Would Enid enter into a marriage of convenience?” Greydon asked. That thought did not sit well with him.
“No, but that won’t stop my father from trying to force her hand,” Brentwood said. “He wants to wash his hands of her and be done with her.”
“I daresay that he won’t win any parenting accolades with his approach,” Lord Roswell joked.
Brentwood grinned. “No, he most assuredly would not, but my father is set in his ways.”
