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“Jessup.” The ruddy-faced man rose, his legs appearing a bit unsteady.
“Clyde, good to see you.” He clasped his friend’s hand and then moved closer to wrap his arm around Clyde’s shoulder. “I look forward all week to Fridays, just to see your ugly face.”
“And I the same.” Clyde grinned, taking his seat at the table covered with white linen and set with crystal.
The waiter caught Jessup’s eye as he sat down and headed for the bar when Jessup nodded.
“So how was your day, old friend? Not too tedious, I hope.”
“Not at all.” Jessup settled in the comfortable, high-backed brocade chair and stretched his legs out beneath the table. “I had the pleasure of meeting with the new Earl of Wessex.”
“Really?” Clyde set down his glass and leaned closer, always one for a bit of gossip. “They say he’s an American, a cousin of the last earl. Mrs. Barker’s brother Barton knows a business associate who’s dealt with him. In shipping, I think.” He chuckled, which wrinkled his aged face. “Astute businessman but a real bastard, he says.” His eyes crinkled. “And rumor has it that he’s quite a man with the ladies….”
Jessup glanced up as the waiter set down a glass of bourbon. One a night was all Jessup allowed himself, as he had promised his beloved Emma on her deathbed. In the grave or not, he would remain true to his promises—not just because he’d loved her, but because he feared if he didn’t, the old bird would punish him when he met her at the pearly gates.
“I don’t know. He seemed a pleasant enough chap.” Jessup shrugged.
Clyde stared shrewdly, still leaning on the table. “Really? That’s not what the tone of your voice says.”
Jessup took up his glass. “Well, I’ll confess he is an interesting character. Avery bold young man, very sure of himself.”
“Like all the Thixtons.” Clyde sat back with satisfaction and reached for his glass. “Well, except for Edward’s father, Charles. Did you know him? Now, there was a bastard.” He lifted his glass thoughtfully. “You know what they say about bad traits skipping a generation.”
“The American is a distant cousin, not in the direct family line.”
“Still, you know what they say.” Clyde smiled and lifted his glass higher in a toast. “To good friends.”
“Good friends,” Jessup echoed.
Clyde took a long sip before setting his glass down. “I already ordered the trout and parsnips. Should be along anytime.”
“Excellent.”
“And what did the American have to say when he discovered that what he inherited was mostly debt?”
Jessup frowned. He had suspected everyone in London society knew the state of Lord Wessex’s affairs when he passed away. They always knew. “You know very well I cannot reveal the details of the conversation I had with a client.”
“That bad, was it? They say he has a temper.”
Jessup folded his hands on his lap. “I saw no temper demonstrated in my office. Lord Wessex was a complete gentleman.” Not exactly a lie, Emma.
“Does that mean he hasn’t met the old biddy Countess of Wessex and her ugly ducklings yet? I hear they’re staying in town.”
“Oh dear,” Jessup mumbled, taking the linen napkin from his lap to wipe his mouth. “I sent him to the town house to stay, thinking the countess was still in the country.”
Clyde laughed and reached for his nearly empty glass. “Oh, to be a fly on that wall. Do you think she’s already proposed marriage between the American and her eldest shrew, or do you think she’ll lay her cap for him herself?” He winked. “She might just have it in her, you know. Some say it was the threat of scandal that made Edward
marry her in the first place. Gossip she actually set in motion to ensnare him.”
“Oh dear,” Jessup muttered again. “Dear me, I’ve made a muck of this, haven’t I.”
“Charles.” Clyde waved to the waiter. “Another round for us both. I believe Mr. Stowe may be feeling a little faint,” he finished, highly amused.
Jessup laid his hand over the top of his glass. “Dear, dear me.”
“Stowe.”
Jessup saw the American striding toward him, looking none too pleased.
