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wouldn’t continue to pilfer the homes where he was a welcomed guest. Chandler wanted to catch him, and to do that he had to watch the doorways for any man who might wander off alone.
    â€œHaven’t got the foggiest clue who she is,” Chandler finally answered his friend. “Do you know?”
    â€œMe? No, I haven’t met her, but—” Andrew paused.
    â€œBut what?” Chandler was forced to ask, knowing that his friend wouldn’t quit the subject until he did.
    â€œAfter I noticed that you couldn’t keep your eyes off her, I made an inquiry for you.”
    â€œFor me?”
    â€œDid I not just say that?” He grinned playfully. “I dare say you’d be damned perturbed at me right now if I’d asked about her for myself. Right?”
    Chandler frowned and turned to his friend. “Surely, I wasn’t being that transparent?”
    â€œOnly to me. I know you so well.”
    â€œObviously, too well,” Chandler grumbled under his breath while throwing a sly glance toward his friend. “Or perhaps, after all these years, I’m losing my touch.”
    â€œLet’s pray it’s not that. Possibly for the first time in your life you are actually interested in a lady of quality rather than a dutiful mistress.”
    â€œIt would be a damn nuisance if that were true, wouldn’t it?” Chandler said.
    â€œDamn nuisance, indeed.”
    â€œBut it’s nice to know I have a friend like you who is looking out for me, just in case I decide to turn from my wicked ways.”
    â€œYou know you can depend on me, Dunraven. I’ve always been there for you, always will.”
    â€œThat is a comfort, Andrew.”
    â€œI find that I’m looking the ladies over more carefully this Season, too.”
    Chandler’s eyes strayed to the dance floor. “I believe you mentioned that.”
    â€œI passed thirty this year, you know. I guess it’s time to think about setting up a nursery. I wouldn’t want to pass the title on to my brother’s little hellion. My father would rise up out of his grave in objection.”
    Chandler smiled and nodded a greeting to a gentleman who passed by. “Your nephew is still a babe, isn’t he?”
    â€œFour, I think.”
    â€œHe’ll grow out of his fits of ill-temper.”
    â€œGod help us all if he doesn’t. I’m told by his father that no one can bear to be in the same room with the child but his mother.”
    â€œThere is plenty of time for you to have an heir.”
    Andrew was shorter and slimmer than Chandler and his medium brown hair had started thinning on top. Recently Chandler had noticed that his friend’s middle was getting pudgy, too, but he’d thought better of teasing him about it. Maybe Chandler should suggest they get back into fencing and riding like the devil was after them. None of them were as active as they used to be. It was as if a change had taken place over the past year or two without either of them realizing it.
    â€œTell me, Andrew, has any of this year’s bevy of young ladies caught your eye?”
    â€œThey’ve all caught my attention at one time or another, Dunraven.”
    â€œOf course. You’ve now looked them all over carefully and narrowed the list, I presume?”
    â€œExactly.” Andrew nodded and asked, “What do you think of Miss Bardwell?”
    â€œTruthfully?”
    A rueful smile lifted the corners of his lips and he sniffed quietly. “We don’t know any other way to be with each other, do we, Dunraven?”
    â€œI think not,” Chandler said, but silently wondered.
    That used to be so, but Chandler knew it wasn’t anymore, at least for him. Recently, he was keeping things from his friends. He was becoming more evasive and private about his personal thoughts and life. He’d lost the desire to be with them day and night laughing, talking, drinking, and