The Courtesan
"C'MON, JACK! You used to be game for any lark!"
Jack Carrington, captain in the 1st Foot Guards, peered
over a stack of half-unpacked linen at the young dandy
accosting him from his doorway. "I'm happy to see you,
too, Aubrey, and while I appreciate the flattering enthusiasm for my company which led you to hunt me down
before breakfast, I'm not interested in going anywhere. I
didn't reach London until late last night, and as you can
see, I've yet to settle into my rooms. Can this excursion
not wait?"
Receiving the rebuff with no noticeable dimming of
his enthusiasm, Aubrey Ludlowe crossed the room and,
pushing aside Jack's portmanteau, poured himself some
ale from the flagon on the desk. "Can't wait. Besides, why
unpack? Leave it for your man."
"I sent my batman to rejoin his family as soon as we
landed and haven't yet had time to find a replacement."
Aubrey waved his hand. "Let your new man attend to
it after you hire him. The lesson begins shortly, and if we
do not arrive soon, all the best seats will be taken."
Surprised, Jack swallowed his ale in a gulp. "You want
to drag me away at barely past daw ... read full excerpt from: The Courtesan ebook
