or public generosity to charities, nothing can ever buy you â or me â acceptance by the Quality.â
âMoney can buy anything in this colony.â
Marmaduke was determined he would steer the conversation back to Mingaletta. âDonât you remember what happened when I was sixteen and you tried to launch me into Society? You sent me to a dancing class for children of the Quality. Georgina, the daughter of one of the Top Thirteen families, invited me to be her partner at her motherâs fancy dress ball. We planned to wear Indian costumes, Georgina as an Indian dancer, me as a Maharajah. Queenie supervised my costume. I arrived splendidly dressed in brocade with a jewelled turban, invitation in hand. To be met by my hostess, Georginaâs mother. She told me I didnât know my place . No Emancipistâs son would be invited as a guest. But my costume was useful. She put me behind the bar to serve her guests.â
Garnetâs face was taut, a noticeable pulse on his temple. âI had not forgotten.â
âNothingâs changed. No Emancipistâs son is allowed to marry into their hallowed ranks! I defy you, Garnet. Name just one.â
Garnet banged his fist for emphasis, sending a whisky glass flying. âYou will be the first â or one of us will die in the attempt!â
Marmaduke responded calmly. âWhen are you going to accept the truth, Garnet? I donât give a damn what your precious Quality thinks of me. But theyâve got you by the balls because youâre the one who cares !â
Garnetâs response was to ring the servantâs bell. The two men glowered at each other in silence until Black Mary, a timid little Aboriginal girl, scampered across the Persian carpet and removed the shards of broken glass.
âLetâs get back to the question of Mingaletta, Garnet.â
The glint in his fatherâs pale blue eyes showed him that Garnet was not to be deterred.
âI have it on authority youâve shown no inclination to court respectable young ladies.â
Marmaduke shrugged. âUnlike you, I conduct my liaisons with discretion.â
âIt seems you are more attracted to unsavoury company. Prize-fighters, actors, jockeys and drinking companions whoâve never married and are devoted to their mothers. Like that radical firebrand whoâs always in court involved in one libel suit after another.â
Marmaduke forced himself to keep his tone light. âRupert Grantham? Clever fellow. A most entertaining host. It takes all kinds to make the world go around, Garnet.â
âSo itâs true?â Garnet asked sharply. âYou intend to be a perennial bachelor like our lawyer Edwin Bentleigh?â The innuendo was obvious.
âLeave Edwin out of this! Heâs a true friend and the most ethical lawyer in Sydney. Heâs devoted to his invalid mother. And so involved in trying to save his impoverished clients from the gallows he hasnât got time to court any girl!â
Garnet shrugged. âIf I doubted his quality as a lawyer Iâd have fired him years back.â
Marmaduke needed to even the score. âYou pay your informants. But you forget that Sydney Town is a rumour mill. Most are patently false. Remember? Rumour even had it that Mother married you for love .â
The barb thrust as deep as he intended. Garnet jumped to his feet bellowing.
âI forbid you to take your motherâs name in vain! We shared a depth of love and loyalty totally beyond your comprehension. Youâre incapable of love!â
Marmaduke almost smiled. For the moment he knew he had gained the upper hand.
âWe agree on that one point, Garnet. I shall never marry. Now hand over the deeds to Mingaletta and letâs end this farce once and for all.â
Garnetâs anger evaporated like smoke. âI fully intended to do so when you proved yourself mature, a gentleman of substance. But I canât