to justify Lady Elisabeth to bloody Dunhip. âSheâs the daughter of an earl,â he said. âLovely girlâa woman really. âOn the shelf,â some might say, but her maturity suits me. Everything about her suits me. In any event, you may remove the task of wife-hunting from the heap.â
The secretary nodded with faux pleasantness, staring at his knees.
âIt was ambitious, I think, to pin the whole thing on you.â
âAs you say,â said Dunhip carefully, âbut would you have me look into the girlâs family or her fatherâs holdings? That is, before youââ
âProtecting me from mercenaries, are you? Bloody good of you, Cecil. Iâm touched. But you neednât worry. She comes from an established family and is preoccupied with charity work. Doubtful sheâs stalked me for my money. If she intends to fleece me, it is for her charitable cause. To that, I will happily submit. Philanthropy is good for business.â
âVery good, my lord.â Dunhip sighed sorrowfully.
âOh, but this reminds me, leave the paperwork for the charity prize on my desk. She intends to apply and may call today to collect it.â
âShe will marry you and apply for the prize?â
âThat is the hope, Dunhip, and thank you for your confidence.â
The secretary had the decency to look chastened. âAs you say, my lord.â
A heavy pause.
Dunhip cleared his throat. âWhat, might I inquire, is the nature of your betrothedâs charitable cause?â
âWeâre not betrothed yet; I only met her last night.â
This, Rainsleigh could admit, sounded a trifle reckless and precipitous when he said it out loud, but if Dunhip had been there, he would have seen. He would have known , as Rainsleigh did.
âI donât know about her charity,â the viscount said. âSomething to do with lost girls. The poor among us. Innocent children with no hope or some such.â
Dunhip made a face. âMy vision for the application was a very detailed description of the charity, along with specific initiatives for current and future work. We would not want to grant the money to a fly-by-night or an unproven group, my lord. If it pleases you, I can explain to her.â
Rainsleigh picked up a file and flipped it open, studying the charcoal rendering of a dry dock. âI alone will be furnishing the paperwork to her, in particular, Cecil.â
âQuite so. Of course. But, my lord, if I might be so bold, Iâve conceived the application such that we may sift the wheat from the chââ
âI donât care how you conceived it, Cecil.â He tossed the sketch aside and leaned back in his chair. âThe application is immaterial. Sheâs here for paperwork, but my motive is to see her again, learn more about her, ask her permission to call.â
âOh, but certainly, any woman in England would be honored to be called upon by you, my lord.â
Rainsleigh laughed. â âCertaintyâ is one of the few things that money wonât buy. I cannot say what she might or might not be honored to do. All I know is that I want her.â The words surprised himâout before he realized what he was going to say. He rubbed a hand over his neck and pictured Lady Elisabethâs face in his mind. It was a true statement. He did want her. Very much.
âIf only everyone were as easy to impress as you, Dunhip,â Rainsleigh said. âI donât intend to wheedle her for an audience, if thatâs what you think. Itâs merely . . . â He rubbed his finger across his lips. He wasnât entirely sure, he acknowledged, what he would ask her or why. He could hardly go in with his sudden designs on her future. All he knew was that he wanted to see her again.
âIâm sure you wonât be surprised that I wish to do things properly,â Rainsleigh finished. âIf I intend to call on
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