“Wisley?” Thurman looked around wildly as if the man was standing silently at his shoulder. Wisley went first he just didn’t have the manners to comment about it.” We’ll all meet in a few hours and discuss how we did.”īerwick’s mouth quirked. “He said good-bye because he’s going to look for a wife. He’ll find a rich wife, I suppose, or get his father to buy him a pair of colors. He’s gone off and he’s not coming back to the Convent. Sometimes the man’s stupidity was truly astounding. “Do you suppose he really means it about not coming to the Convent tonight?” Thurman asked.īerwick looked at him. And he didn’t want his chances of gaining the very best to be marred by any unpleasantness resulting from their mockery of the Scottish Sausage. The truth was that whereas a year ago he hadn’t any prospects of marriage, now he was set to become a prime candidate.

Remember the Wooly Breeder?”īerwick shrugged. “The Sausage won’t be able to marry until next season, if then. “She’s one that won’t be looking in his direction, though,” Thurman said.

“Her brother-in-law’s as rich as Croesus,” Berwick said. “She can afford to pay his tavern bills, by all accounts.” “I think he means to marry.” And then, after a moment’s contemplation, “The poor sod.”“Perhaps he’ll take the Scottish Sausage,” Thurman said, an edge in his voice showing that he didn’t take to being snubbed by the man he’d bought so many rounds for. “Damned if he didn’t mean it,” Berwick said. He left behind a couple of dumbfounded men. It was unfortunate that the task of finding her seemed Herculean. Someone who was amusing and would talk to him, rather than reflecting back his own empty jokes. But what he really wanted wasn’t money, a single woman as rich as Berwick’s Aunt Augusta. He turned and walked a few feet before scanning the room for a wife. Darlington nodded at him, and nodded to Thurman. They had banded together on a whim, and it seemed they would part with as little ceremony, albeit years later. “It’s been a pleasure,” he said, a marked lack of interest in his voice. “Witless? Everyone knows we’re the clever ones,” Thurman bleated.ĭarlington didn’t know why he’d spent so much time with such a cretin.īerwick was as intelligent as they came, and he didn’t show a flash of emotion at this sudden parting of boyhood friends. In truth, I did it for the pleasure of herding about all the witless men who call themselves gentlemen, and damned if I didn’t make myself as witless as the least of them.” I can’t believe I did anything prompted by Crogan, who has to be one of the more repellent fools on the earth.

“It wasn’t as clever as the Wooly Breeder, though God knows I probably shouldn’t have done that either. “I shouldn’t have done it,” Darlington said.

Pleasure for pleasure by eloisa james