home » Romance » Julia Quinn » What Happens in London (Bevelstoke #2) » What Happens in London (Bevelstoke #2) Page 62

What Happens in London (Bevelstoke #2) Page 62
Author: Julia Quinn

But she’ll be kissing me, Harry wanted to cackle. It was quite a marvelous feeling, this. He had won. And the prince had lost. And although a gentleman did not kiss and tell, Harry was quite certain that by the time Alexei left Rudland house, he’d know who had won Olivia’s favor.

Harry stood, feeling just a little evil for how much he was looking forward to this.

He’d never claimed he was an uncompetitive man.

“You,” Prince Alexei said. Actually, it sounded a bit like an accusation.

Harry smiled blandly as he stood in greeting. “Me.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Visiting Lady Olivia, of course. What are you doing here?”

The prince chose to answer this with curled lip. “Vladimir!” he barked.

Vlad the Impaler (as Harry had taken to calling him), thumped heavily into the room, sparing Harry a surly glance before turning back to his master, who was asking him (in Russian, of course) what he had discovered so far about Harry.

“Poka nitchevo.”

Nothing yet.

For which Harry was immensely grateful. It was not well known that he spoke Russian, but it was not well hidden, either. It would not require much investigation to discover that Harry’s grandmother had come from an extremely old and noble Russian family.

Which didn’t necessarily mean that he had learned the language, but Prince Alexei would have to be an idiot not to wonder. And while Alexei was rude, and lecherous, and most probably without any redeeming social qualities, he was not an idiot, regardless of what Harry might have called him in the past.

“Have you had a pleasant morning, Your Highness?” Harry asked in his friendliest voice.

Prince Alexei speared him with a stare, clearly intending that to be his reply in its entirety.

“I am having a lovely morning,” Harry continued, sitting back down.

“Where is Lady Olivia?”

“I believe she went upstairs. She had something to…ah…attend to.” Harry made a little motion near his hair, which he decided to let the prince interpret how he wished.

“I will wait for her,” Alexei said in his usual clipped tones.

“Please do,” Harry said affably, motioning toward the seat across from him. For this he received another furious stare, probably earned, since it wasn’t his place to act as host.

Still, it was immensely entertaining.

Alexei flipped his coattails and took a seat, his mouth pressed shut in a firm, unyielding line. He stared straight ahead, clearly intending to ignore Harry completely.

Which would have been just fine with Harry, since he had no great desire for interaction with the prince himself, except that he was feeling just a trifle superior, since he was the one Olivia had chosen to kiss and not the prince, despite Harry’s position outside royalty, outside the aristocracy, outside all that Prince Alexei held dear.

And when one combined this with Harry’s current directive from the War Office, which one could interpret to mean that he ought to do his best to be a thorn in the Russian prince’s side, well…

Far be it from Harry Valentine to shirk his patriotic duty.

Harry stood up just enough to reach Miss Butterworth on the table, then sat back down, humming to himself as he found the page where they’d left off two days earlier, with poor Priscilla losing her family to pox.

Hmm hmm hmmm hmmmmmm hm hm…

Alexei shot him a sharp, annoyed glance.

“‘God Save the King,’” Harry informed him. “In case you were wondering.”

“I was not.”

“God save our gracious King, Long live our noble King, God save the King.”

The prince’s lips moved, but his teeth remained clenched as he ground out, “I am familiar with the tune.”

Harry let his voice rise slightly in volume. “Send him victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us: God save the King.”

“Cease your infernal singing.”

“I’m just being patriotic,” Harry said, launching right back in with, “O Lord, our God, arise, Scatter his enemies, And make them fall.”

“If we were in Russia, I would have you arrested.”

“For singing my own country’s anthem?” Harry murmured.

“I would need no reason beyond my own indulgence.”

Harry considered this, shrugged, and continued: “Confound their politics, Frustrate their knavish tricks, On Thee our hopes we fix, God save us all.”

He stopped, deciding that the final verse was not needed. He rather liked ending on “knavish tricks.” “We are an extremely fair-minded people,” he said to the prince. “If you’d like to be included in the ‘all.’”

Alexei did not answer, but Harry noticed that both of his hands were balled into tight fists.

Harry turned back to Miss Butterworth, deciding that he did not mind this part of the espionage trade. He hadn’t had this much fun annoying someone since…

Ever.

He smiled to himself at that. Even his sister had not been so delightful to torture. And Sebastian never took anything seriously; it was almost impossible to annoy him.

Harry hummed the first few bars of “La Marseillaise,” just to gauge the prince’s reaction (brilliantly red-faced with fury), then settled in to read. He flipped ahead, quickly deciding that he had no interest in Priscilla Butterworth’s formative years, and finally settled on page 144, which appeared to contain madness, disfigurement, insult, and tears-all the requirements for a cracking good novel.

“What are you reading?” Prince Alexei demanded.

Harry looked up absently. “I beg your pardon?”

Search
Julia Quinn's Novels
» Because of Miss Bridgerton (Rokesbys #1)
» On the Way to the Wedding (Bridgertons #8)
» It's in His Kiss (Bridgertons #7)
» When He Was Wicked (Bridgertons #6)
» To Sir Phillip, With Love (Bridgertons #5)
» Romancing Mister Bridgerton (Bridgertons #4)
» An Offer From a Gentleman (Bridgertons #3)
» The Viscount Who Loved Me (Bridgertons #2)
» The Duke and I (Bridgertons #1)
» Minx (The Splendid Trilogy #3)
» Ten Things I Love About You (Bevelstoke #3)
» Dancing at Midnight (The Splendid Trilogy #2)
» What Happens in London (Bevelstoke #2)
» Splendid (The Splendid Trilogy #1)
» The Secret Diaries of Miss Miranda Cheever (Bevelstoke #1)
» How to Marry a Marquis (Agents of the Crown #2)
» The Secrets of Sir Richard Kenworthy (Smythe-Smith Quartet #4)
» To Catch an Heiress (Agents of the Crown #1)
» The Sum of All Kisses (Smythe-Smith Quartet #3)
» A Night Like This (Smythe-Smith Quartet #2)