Page 17 of A Duke But No Gentleman
“No, I was unaware,” Imogene murmured.As she listened to her new friend explain her family’s connection to Lady Yaxley, she discreetly studied the other attendees.
They varied in age from the ten-year-olds who were helping themselves to the tarts and biscuits that were artfully displayed on one of the long tables to the elderly woman her mother had engaged in conversation.There were other young ladies her age and gentlemen who appeared in their prime.If variety heralded the success of a literary saloon, then Lady Yaxley’s gatherings were destined to be popular this season.
“I have never attended a literary gathering.Were we supposed to bring our favorite book?”Imogene asked, praying she did not sound too provincial.“Mama did not fully explain what I should expect, and no one seems particularly interested in books.”
Lady Charlotte giggled, though there was kindness in her hazel gaze.“These types of gatherings are common throughout the year, and depending on the guests, can be rather boring.Lady Yaxley can be relied on to invite all the right people.”She leaned forward and whispered, “When I say therightpeople, I speak of ensuring there is a proper balance of males and females.Not too young and not too old.”
“For what purpose?”Imogene asked, mystified.“Are you talking about people or books?”
“People, you silly goose!”Lady Charlotte stood several inches taller than Imogene.At a passing glance, they might have been mistaken for cousins.“More to the point, the proper gentlemen.Lady Yaxley’s literary saloon is a good place to inspect some of London’s most eligible bachelors.An afternoon stroll in the countess’s gardens gives us the opportunity to admire each gentleman’s attributes.You would not believe the flaws that can be overlooked in candlelight.”
Imogene pursed her lips as she contemplated her companion’s words.“A brilliant notion.I had not considered—” Her thoughts abruptly shifted to the duke she had clumsily tackled.His body had been lean muscle and bone and his eyes had enthralled her.In candlelight, she had thought him quite beautiful… an Adonis, she thought, the god of beauty and desire.“So I should not trust my eyes if I meet a handsome gentleman in a ballroom?”
Enjoying that she could impart her knowledge to a friend, Lady Charlotte impulsively hooked her arm around Imogene’s and they strolled the perimeter of the drawing room.“Not in the least.There are some bachelors residing in town who are divinely handsome.If you have doubts, I would recommend a stroll through a garden or a drive in a park.”
Since everyone at Lady Yaxley’s seemed content to visit, explore her house and gardens, or nibble on her tempting refreshments, Imogene was pleased she had encountered Lady Charlotte.If she was expected to pick a respectable husband, she needed all of the sound advice she could collect.
“Tell me more,” she entreated.
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“Since this was your brilliant notion of how to waste an afternoon, tell me again why we are attending this gathering,” Tristan grumbled.It was the third time he had complained in five minutes, and knew he was drifting steadily toward being the type of person he detested—a fellow who whined.
“It is a literary saloon, Blackbern, not an execution,” Lord Norgrave replied, seemingly in a fine mood considering their less than stimulating surroundings.“Intellectual, like-minded individuals who discuss and debate their favorite books.I have been told it is quite invigorating.”
Tristan glowered at the solemn affair.“Did you imbibe several bottles of wine with your meal?The only invigorating debate going on in this drawing room is whether or not to try a millefruit biscuit or the rather bland cake that brown-haired fellow to our right is crumbling into a pile of sweet rubbish on his plate.”He leaned in closer, ignoring the fact that his friend was fighting not to laugh.“And have you noticed that not a single person is actually carrying a book?For a literary gathering, one might expect to encounter at least one tome, do you not agree?”
“Oh, Blackbern, thus far, your observations have provided the most entertainment at an otherwise dull affair.However, my friend, our mutual pursuits have led us down somewhat unusual paths and sacrifices must be made.”
Tristan scowled.“What the devil are you talking about?”
Norgrave’s tolerant expression as he searched the drawing room blanked as a sudden stillness overtook him.Something or someone had caught his attention.“Ah, the true reason why we are here, since it is pointless to attempt to broaden your literary tastes.”
“Leave my literary tastes alone.They do not need to be improved upon, thank you very much.I like books as well as anyone else.While I may have little interest in pontificating on the symbolism of Chaucer, it does not mean I—” He realized Norgrave was not listening.“You were about to tell me the reason why I am not outdoors, enjoying this good weather.”
“Lady Imogene,” his friend said succinctly, causing a subtle tension to steal into Tristan’s limbs.“The difference between you and me is that I am focused when presented with a particular task.It gives me the advantage, and while I do regret ruining your afternoon, I feel compelled to tell you that this will be your downfall.I will win our wager.”
Tristan’s gaze moved from female guest to female guest until he found the lady he was seeking.Of course, she was wearing white this afternoon, unknowingly looking like the virginal sacrifice that Norgrave had set her up to be.She was in a deep conversation with a pretty blonde.The other woman was monopolizing the conversation.Lady Imogene nodded, and her attention shifted to the window.One could see a glimpse of the sun-drenched gardens.The lady stifled a yawn with her gloved hand.
Tristan was not the only person present who found their afternoon amusement less than stimulating.He grinned when she yawned again.
“Who is the lady with her?”he asked, not particularly caring if his friend knew her name.
It was Imogene who intrigued him.
“Lady Charlotte Winter, I believe,” Norgrave said, priding himself on knowing the names of every eligible lady within the radius of London.“You have been introduced to her twice.”
Tristan did not bother to respond to the dry comment from his companion.He recognized the lady’s name, and had spoken to her sire on several occasions, but the conversations had involved politics and trade.The daughter had not been mentioned.
“I had forgotten her name.”
“Lady Charlotte is an amiable creature.Fair in face, but no great beauty.Knowledgeable, and her father’s connections could be a useful asset to an ambitious gentleman.”Norgrave’s eyes narrowed as he coldly dissected the lady’s positive and negative qualities.“Virtuous and eager to please, which are beneficial if one hopes to take a wife, though she has an annoying habit of talking too much.”
“I assume you have experienced this personally?”Tristan asked, amused by the annoyance in his friend’s voice.
“Yes, unfortunately.”The marquess frowned.“Like most females, Lady Charlotte is quite smitten with me.”
Tristan shook his head at the man’s arrogance.“You think all females are in love with you.”
