It was known that he could, if he wished, be unswervingly loyal to those he called his friends.
Sir Harvey was not really interested in Beau Brummell’s disposition except in how it could concern himself.
He longed to know him, he had prayed to make his acquaintance – and now the opportunity had quite unexpectedly presented itself.
By the time they had driven back to London it was obvious that Lord Windover and Sir Harvey would have to hurry if they were to be on time for dinner at the Viscount’s house.
“I will pick you up,” Lord Windover said as he dropped Sir Harvey in Curzon Street.
Another favour!
For Lord Windover was certainly aware that Sir Harvey had his own horses.
As soon as he was inside his own front door, Sir Harvey shouted to his valet and hurried up the stairs, cursing
