“I’d have a child tomorrow if I thought there were any chance of that.” “Perhaps once she has a grandchild, she’ll mellow.” His butler blushed, shifted from one foot to the other like a school lad caught doing something he ought not. “If they’re having to deal with my mother I believe they’ve earned it.” “The staff will be most pleased, sir, by your generosity.” He heard a myriad of questions in that one query. “You’re to increase each servant’s yearly salary by ten percent,” he told Boggins, thinking of Gillie’s decision to open her business in Whitechapel because folks needed employment. Gillie, who had been raised with nothing, viewed it with hope while his mother, who had always possessed every advantage, took a more dismal view, one that quite honestly made it a chore to be in her presence. He couldn’t help but believe it was the different way each of the women with whom he’d spoken that morning viewed the world. He’d awoken to sunshine and now dark clouds were moving in. Once in his office, he walked over to the window and gazed out on the colorful gardens. “I’ll be dining at the club tonight.” Heading for the doorway, he signaled to his butler. The wretched smell threatens to make me ill.” “Do be sure to bathe before joining me for dinner. With a sigh, he shoved aside his plate and stood. Just what every man wanted: his mother choosing the woman he would bed. I recommend you allow me to select the girl who will make you a proper duchess.” “You misjudge the damage that chit’s disappearance will cause to your reputation and place in Society.
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