Chapter 9
“Dearborne certainly seems to be enjoying this ball more than mine.”
“I’m sure it’s not a reflection on your abilities as a hostess, Aunt.” Julien handed her a glass of champagne.
“So he assured me when we spoke earlier.”
It wasn’t difficult to spot Dearborne in the crowded ballroom if one knew where to look. He was with a small knot of people, many of whom had been cronies of Julien’s great-uncle Algernon. Most people in the group were considered terribly unfashionable and never would have received an invitation from the Marchioness of Lynns had they not shared the marquis’ interest in the legends of Arthur. Young bucks generally avoided the group like the plague, but Dearborne had spent most of the evening in their midst. At the moment he was listening to a very plain blues
