A Reputation for Notoriety. Diane Gaston

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      She averted her gaze, not willing to reveal the pain she knew would show in her face. ‘My father.’ Her throat grew dry. ‘He once was also a skilled player.’

      Before he died.

      She faced Rhys again, wanting to take the focus off of her. ‘And who taught you to play, sir?’

      He made a disparaging sound. ‘Certainly not my father.’ He looked reluctant to tell her more. ‘I learned in school, but I honed my craft later when it became necessary.’

      ‘Why necessary?’ she asked.

      It was his turn to glance away, but he soon faced her again. ‘I was living on the streets.’

      She was shocked. ‘On the streets?’

      He shrugged. ‘When I was fourteen, I had no one and nothing. I came to London and learned to support myself by playing cards.’

      No one and nothing?

      How well she remembered the desolation of no one and nothing.

      She opened her mouth to ask why he’d been alone, what had happened to his parents, but her coach turned the corner and entered the street. She was silent as it pulled up to where they stood. As he had done the night before, he put down the steps for her and opened the door.

      He took her hand and helped her inside, but did not immediately release it. ‘Will you come play cards again, madam?’ His voice seemed to fill the night.

      She wanted to return. She wanted to win more.

      And she wanted to see him again.

      All seemed equally dangerous.

      ‘I will return, sir.’

      He squeezed her hand.

      After he released her and closed the coach door, Celia could still feel the pressure of his fingers.

       Chapter Four

      Ned waited until almost noon for his father to rise and make his appearance in the breakfast room. He’d tried to confront his father on this issue before and knew he must catch him before he went out or he’d lose another day.

      Hugh had waited with Ned most of the morning, but stormed out a few minutes ago, swearing about their father’s decadent habits.

      Not more than a minute later Ned heard his father’s distinct footsteps approaching.

      Wasn’t it always the way? When Ned needed Hugh, his brother disappeared.

      The earl entered the room, but paused for a moment, spying his oldest son there.

      He gave Ned an annoyed look. ‘I thought to have breakfast in peace.’

      Ned stood. ‘Good morning to you as well, Father.’

      His father walked straight to the sideboard and filled his plate with food that had already been replaced three times. The earl detested cold eggs. ‘Do you not have something of use to do? Itemising my bills? Recording my debt in a ledger?’

      Ned bristled at his father’s sarcastic tone. ‘You ought to be grateful to me and to Hugh.’

      His father sat down at the head of the table. A footman appeared to pour his tea. Ned signalled for the footman to leave.

      His father waited until the door closed behind the man. ‘I am anything but grateful that you treat me as a doddering fool. Makes me look bad in front of the servants.’

      Ned sat adjacent to his father. ‘You were the one to speak of bills and debts in front of Higgley.’

      His father glared at him and stuffed his mouth full of ham.

      Ned went on. ‘But I do need to speak to you.’

      His father rolled his eyes.

      Ned did not waver. ‘It has been a month since Rhysdale opened the gaming house and you have yet to fulfil your part of the bargain.’

      ‘You truly do not expect me to speak to that fellow, do you?’ He popped a cooked egg into his mouth.

      ‘Speak to him?’ Ned felt his face grow hot. ‘You gave your word as a gentleman to do more than that. We need to include him socially. You need to acknowledge he is your son.’

      His father waved a hand. ‘I already did my part. I sent him to school. What more can he want?’

      Ned gritted his teeth. ‘You agreed to this, Father. Rhysdale has already amassed the amount we invested to get the place started. But he will not release the money until you do what you are honour-bound to do.’

      ‘Honour?’ His father’s voice rose. ‘Do you call it honourable that he is holding my money? It is more like extortion, I’d say.’

      ‘I’d say it is more like sound business,’ Ned countered. ‘Rhysdale is no fool. The money is his leverage. You must do as he says.’

      ‘I do not have to do anything I do not wish to do.’

      Good God. The man sounded like a petulant schoolboy.

      Ned would not put up with it. ‘Father. You must do this. We are running out of time. No one will advance you more credit. The fields need tending. The livestock need feed. Our tenants need to eat—’

      At that moment Hugh entered the room. ‘Your voice is carrying, Ned.’

      So much for keeping this private from the servants—not that one could keep anything secret from servants for long.

      ‘Where were you?’ he asked Hugh.

      Hugh looked apologetic. ‘I was going mad waiting for Father. I just took a quick walk outside.’

      He sat across from Ned and poured a cup of tea.

      ‘Father is reneging on his word.’ Ned inclined his head towards their father.

      Hugh took a sip. ‘I presumed.’ He slid his father a scathing look. ‘Your bastard son has more honour than you, you know. He’s kept his part of the bargain.’

      Their father straightened in his seat. ‘I’ll brook no disrespect from you, you ungrateful cub.’

      Hugh faced the earl directly, his face red with anger. ‘Then be a man I can respect, sir! Do what you agreed to do. Introduce Rhys to society as your son. You gave your word.’

      ‘Only to the two of you,’ their father prevaricated. ‘I never gave my word to him.’

      Ned lowered his voice. ‘Your word given to your sons means nothing, then?’

      Hugh rose from his chair. ‘Let him go, Ned! He is not thinking of us. Nor of the Westleigh estates. Nor the Westleigh СКАЧАТЬ