“Lady Brookshire was a rather pleasant hostess, do you not think?” Habtage asked later as he and Edwin rode back to Cantham from Brookshire estate.
Edwin scoffed. “I think she enjoys the sound of her own voice a great deal.”
“Do not be so unkind. She was merely excited to have two new neighbors to entertain. I am sure most everyone else she knows already has heard all the gossip she possesses.” Habtage could not stop the chuckle that burst from his lips.
“I am sure she was very excited to get to know the two wealthy bachelors taking up residence next door. Mark my word, Habtage, now we shall be bombarded by ambitious mothers and their daughters seeking introductions. We will have no peace whatsoever.”
“I suppose we will have to reinforce the gate,” Habtage said drily, casting a grin toward his friend. “Prepare the servants for the imminent invasion of perfume and silk.”
“You jest, but I saw how the Countess was looking at you. She was already sizing you up for wedding clothes and planning your future with her granddaughter.”
Habtage’s eyes went wide in mock horror. “Then my fate is surely sealed. Do not try to free me from my shackles, my friend! I am a lost soul. You must save yourself!”
Edwin shook his head but could not help smiling at his friend’s teasing.
“Habtage, if you are not careful, you will one day find yourself married to a lady who nags you until your ears bleed.”
“Would that truly be so terrible?” his friend asked, his curiosity genuine. “Are you that opposed to marriage, Morrington, that the very idea of it seems like a prison sentence?”
Edwin sighed and shook his head. “No, in truth I am not. I would actually like to marry one day, I believe. The steadfast companionship is very appealing, and I understand my responsibilities in producing heir for my family line. I simply do not like being pressured into marriage. Should I enter the institution, I want to do so of my own free will with a lady of my own choosing, one whom I can care for.”
“I had not known you were such a romantic.”
Edwin rolled his eyes. “Romance is hardly the issue. Compatibility is the key in a lasting marriage, as well as mutual respect and admiration.”
“You are right. That does not sound romantic in the least.”
Shooting a glare toward his friend, Edwin replied, “And what of you? Are you so eager to love your spouse that you rush headfirst into any match presented to you? Are you not the least bit discerning?”
“Of course I am,” Habtage answered with a shrug. “I just do not see the benefit of dismissing every option that comes my way.”
“I have noticed that most of your options tend to be young widows,” Edwin pointed out. “You do not appear to engage with many young, innocent ladies.”
Habtage shot Edwin a cocky grin. “I suppose I find the heartiness of widows a more appealing characteristic than the shyness of the innocent.”
Edwin knew his friend all too well and knew his interest in young widows had much more to do with the ease in which he could sneak into their beds. Habtage was a good man and a loyal and true friend, but he readily indulged in his desires in a way that even Edwin sometimes found gluttonous.
Though his words gave the impression that he eagerly sought a wife, Edwin knew deep down his friend was as tired of the matchmaking schemes of the ton as he was. No lady pursued them because they cared for the gentlemen themselves. All they saw were titles and fortunes. It was enough to make even the most romantically inclined jaded.
“I pray you find your match, Habtage, if only to keep you from running afoul of an angered brother, father, or son.”
Habtage threw his head back and laughed.
“And I pray you find yours, Morrington, if only to erase those scowl lines between your eyes.”
The two continued on, talking and laughing, until they reached Cantham. Leaving their horses in the care of waiting grooms, they entered the manor and were immediately greeted by Corbin.
“Welcome back, My Lords,” the old butler said with a bow. “I hope your outing was an enjoyable one?”
Edwin nodded. “Indeed, we both found it exceedingly entertaining.”
He exchanged a look with Habtage, who grinned mischievously in return.
“Lord Morrington, a letter arrived for you while you were out, delivered by private messenger.” Corbin held out a sealed envelope. Edwin took it, a bit surprised to be receiving messages so soon upon his arrival.
“Thank you, Corbin. That will be all.”
“Very good, My Lord.” The butler bowed again and turned to leave Edwin and Habtage alone.
Once the butler was out of sight, Habtage asked, “Who is it from, Morrington?”
The seal was a plain lump of wax with no distinguishing markings. Turning the letter over, he saw only his name written on the front, though the hand was familiar. Breaking the seal, he opened the letter. Glancing at the signature at the bottom, he frowned.
“Morrington? What is it? Who sent you this letter?”
Edwin did not answer immediately, as he tried to make sense of it all.
At length, he finally said, “It…it is from the Countess of Pimperton.”
Habtage stared at him in disbelief. “Merciful Lord, what has happened now?”
Edwin was afraid to find out.
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