![]() ![]() ![]() “Certainly, we have all accepted that is it our duty to marry and provide an heir to our titles, estates, fortunes, to carry on the family name and so forth but acceptance and eagerness are two entirely different matters. “What else would make grown men cower in such a fashion?” Gideon Pearsall, Viscount Warton, drawled in the cynical manner he had honed to a fine art. I gather doom is in reference to the prospect of marriage?” “Yet the expressions on all your faces are as easy to read as the Morning Times. Today, as always, Helmsley exuded jovial good spirits and an unrelentingly cheerful nature that charmed men and women alike. “I hate arriving in the middle of a conversation.” Jonathon Effington, the Marquess of Helmsley and heir to the Duke of Roxborough sank down in the lone unoccupied chair and grinned at his friends. We are all another year older and another step closer to the inevitable doom that lies in wait for us all.” “Life is moving at a remarkably fast clip. “What’s not to be grim about?” Nigel Cavendish, son of Viscount Cavendish, stared at the brandy in his glass. “We are a rather grim group today,” Oliver Leighton, the Earl of Norcroft, noted to no one in particular and gazed idly at the usual gathering of his closest friends in the lounge of their favorite club. ![]()
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