Sebastian regarded him with an expression that most would interpret as bored, but that Harry knew meant, You nodcock.

“Of course,” Sebastian said.

The “nodcock” bit, Harry decided, was implied.

“Why?” Sebastian asked.

Harry glanced briefly toward the window, even though she wasn’t there. “Is she blond?”

“Very much so.”

“Quite pretty?”

Sebastian slid into a sly smile. “More than that, by most standards.”

Harry frowned. What the devil was Rudland’s daughter doing watching him so closely?

Sebastian yawned, not bothering to cover it, even when Harry shot him a disgusted look. “Any particular reason for the sudden interest?”

Harry stepped toward the window, regarding her window, which he now knew was on the second floor, third from the right. “She’s watching me.”

“Lady Olivia Bevelstoke is watching you,” Sebastian repeated.

“Is that her name?” Harry murmured.

“She’s not watching you.”

Harry turned. “I beg your pardon.”

Sebastian gave a rude shrug. “Lady Olivia Bevelstoke doesn’t need you.”

“I never said she did.”

“She had five proposals of marriage last year, and the number would have been double that if she hadn’t dissuaded several gentlemen before they made fools of themselves.”

“You know a great deal about society for one who claims disinterest.”

“Have I ever claimed disinterest?” Sebastian stroked his chin in an affectation of thoughtfulness. “How untruthful of me.”

Harry gave him a bit of a stare, then rose to his feet and walked to the window, free to do so now that Lady Olivia was gone.

“Anything exciting?” Sebastian murmured.

Harry ignored him, moving his head slightly to the left, not that that did much to improve his vantage point. Still, she’d left the window scrim tied back farther than usual, and if the sun weren’t glinting on the glass, he’d have had a good view into her room. Certainly the best yet.

“Is she there?” Sebastian asked, his voice dipping into a mocking quaver. “Is she watching you right now?”

Harry turned, then immediately rolled his eyes when he saw Sebastian moving his hands about, his fingers making odd flexing motions as if he were trying to fend off a ghost.

“You’re an idiot,” Harry said.

“But a handsome one,” Sebastian returned, immediately resuming his slouch. “And terribly charming. It gets me out of so much trouble.”

Harry turned, leaning lazily against the window frame. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I pine for your company.”

Harry waited patiently.

“I need money?” Sebastian tried.

“Far more likely, but I have it on the best authority that you lightened Winterhoe’s purse by a hundred quid Tuesday last.”

“And you say you don’t follow gossip.”

Harry shrugged. He paid attention when it suited him.

“It was two hundred, I’ll have you know. Would have been more, too, if Winterhoe’s brother hadn’t shown up and hauled him off.”

Harry did not comment. He had little affection for Winterhoe or his brother, but he could not help but sympathize.

“Sorry,” Sebastian said, correctly interpreting Harry’s silence. “How is the young whelp?”

Harry glanced toward the ceiling. His younger brother Edward was still abed, presumably sleeping off whatever excesses he’d got himself into the previous night. “Still detests me.” He shrugged. The only reason Harry had moved to London was to keep an eye on his younger brother, and Edward hated that he’d been forced to bow to his authority. “He’ll grow out of it.”

“Are you evil these days, or just an old stick?”

Harry felt the stirrings of a smile. “An old stick, I think.”

Sebastian slouched ever more into the chair and gave the impression of a shrug. “I’d rather be evil.”

“There are some who would say you needn’t worry on that score,” Harry murmured.

“Now, now, Sir Harry,” Sebastian admonished. “I’ve never debauched an innocent.”

Harry acknowledged the statement with a nod. All appearances to the contrary, Sebastian did conduct his life according to a certain code of ethics. It was not a code that most would recognize, but it was there, nonetheless. And if he’d ever seduced a virgin, he’d certainly not done so on purpose.

“I heard you gave someone a beating last week,” Sebastian said.

Harry shook his head in disgust. “He’ll be fine.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

Harry turned back from the window to face Sebastian directly. “Actually, you didn’t ask anything.”

“Very well,” Sebastian said with exaggerated concession. “Why did you beat the young thing to a pulp?”

“It wasn’t like that,” Harry said irritably.

“I heard you knocked him unconscious.”

“That he managed for himself.” Harry shook his head with disgust. “He was completely sotted. I punched him once, in the face. At most, I hastened his blackout by ten minutes.”

“It’s not like you to strike another man unprovoked,” Sebastian said quietly, “even if he has had too much to drink.”

Harry’s jaw clenched. He was not proud of the episode, but at the same time, he could not bring himself to regret it. “He was bothering someone,” he said tightly. And that was all he was going to say. Sebastian knew him well enough to know what that meant.




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