“Christopher and Nicholas are still abed,” the duchess replied, shaking her head. “I’m sending their valets to wake them in a quarter of an hour if they fail to emerge on their own. As for Blackmoor, he was up very early to go back to Sewell Hall and check on some estate affairs. I expect him back before this evening’s dinner.”
“Indeed,” Will agreed, “Blackmoor swore he’d not leave me to face the wolves alone.”
Alex sipped her tea to cover her disappointment that she wouldn’t see Blackmoor until the evening. She had been hoping to spend some part of the day with him—she would have settled for seeing him at a distance. She sighed quietly into her teacup, wondering if he would come back sooner rather than later to see her.
Her brother gave her a wry look. “I feel exactly the same way,” he said sympathetically, clearly thinking that she was accepting her fate as the unmarried daughter of an inveterate matchmaker.
Alex understood his meaning and smiled to herself, amused by his misinterpretation. “Somehow, I doubt that.”
“Well, both of you will have to endeavor to overcome your disappointment,” the duchess said distractedly, looking down at the list in her hand. “Eleanor, Vivian, do you girls mind my moving you to the adjoining rooms? That way, I can put Lord Vauxwell between Gavin’s uncle and Lord and Lady Waring, and Lady Twizzleton next to the Stanhopes.”
Alex’s head snapped up at her mother’s words. She met Ella’s gaze to confirm that she’d heard correctly. Ella nodded mutely.
“Mother, did you say Lucian Sewell will be here?”
“Indeed, I did. I know he’s an odd man, but I couldn’t very well invite Blackmoor and leave him off the list. Especially since he’s been such a help since the earl’s death.”
Vivi coughed to cover her innate response to the duchess’s words. Alex, a chill running down her spine, spoke, choosing her words carefully. “Of course. I was merely surprised. When do you expect him to arrive?”
“My understanding is that they are on their way presently and should be here not long before dinner.”
“They?” Ella blurted out.
“He and Baron Montgrave. They seem to be very close. I thought it might make Lucian more comfortable.”
“I’m sure you did,” Alex replied, her voice strained.
“Girls?” Her mother spoke, looking from Vivi to Ella. “You don’t mind having adjoining rooms, do you?”
Ella shook her head as Vivi answered, “Not at all, Your Grace. We would be happy to share.”
“Excellent. I’m off to make those changes, then.” The duchess stood, then turned back to her children. “Do not go far, you two. And do not let your brothers disappear, should you see them. I may well require your combined assistance. In fact, William—” He groaned, knowing that he was about to be assigned a task. “Why don’t you go and wake them?”
“I shall go as soon as I have finished reading this article.” He nodded toward the paper he’d been trying to read. Seeming to accept that compromise, the duchess turned on her heel and exited the terrace into the house.
Alex watched her go, then turned to Will, buried in his newspaper. Cautiously, she asked, “Will, how do you feel about Blackmoor’s uncle?”
“Strange fellow, but harmless,” he said, distracted. “I suppose I understand why Mother invited him, but I find it very odd that he would attend. As helpful as the uncle has been, Blackmoor is thoroughly able to see to his duties himself by now. I think it’s time for him to return to his prior life.”
“Indeed,” Ella said, meeting Alex’s eye.
With a shake of the newsprint, Will closed the paper, folded it to its original position, and placed it on the table in front of him. Raising himself up to his full, looming height, he offered a short bow to the girls and spoke, taking two more biscuits from the tray. “I suppose I ought to raise the miscreants. Be warned…when we return, they shall devour everything in sight.” Garnering a smile from the three friends, he entered the house to find his brothers.
Alex snatched another biscuit off the tea tray herself, nodding her agreement with Will’s prediction. She needed to eat her fill before Nick and Kit arrived, or she’d have no chance of leaving this particular meal full.
Once Will was out of earshot, she spoke quietly to her friends. “Lucian Sewell and the Baron Montgrave are on their way here? I would guarantee they aren’t coming because of my mother’s reputation as a hostess.”
“Likely not,” Vivi said. “I think that when Blackmoor returns from the hall, we should sit our fathers down and discuss our next steps.”
“Agreed.”
Ella nodded, then pulled a familiar volume from her reticule, saying, “Well, I can cross one next step off of our list. I spent much of last evening reading A History of Essex. And guess what I discovered.”
“What?” Alex leaned forward, hoping for a major revelation.
“Absolutely nothing. Aside from the fact that Essex has a thoroughly uninteresting history.” She placed the book on the table between them.
Alex lifted the book and ran her fingers over the embossed letters on its cover. “I gave the earl’s copy back to Blackmoor. Where did this copy come from?”
“Your father’s library. It’s incredible to me that there isn’t a house in the county that doesn’t have a copy of this exhaustively boring book. Even more so that the earl would have used it for his last missive.”