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sturdy,
    broad-shouldered frame. His once-blond hair was silvered now and quite thin on top. His well-trimmed
    whiskers were gray. He had on a pair of spectacles which he removed as he glanced up to see his visitor.
    He beamed at the sight of Harry coming toward him.
    "Graystone. Good to see you. Have a seat. I have been meaning to call on you. I have come across a
    most intriguing translation of a French work on Caesar which I think you will enjoy."
    Harry smiled and took one of the chairs on the other side of the fire. "I am certain I shall find it
    fascinating. But we shall have to discuss it some other time. I have come upon another sort of errand
    today, Sir Thomas."
    "Is that so?" Sir Thomas eyed him with indulgent attention as he poured two glasses of brandy. "And
    what would that be, sir?"
    Harry took the brandy and sat back in his chair. He studied his host for a long moment. "You and I, sir,
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    are rather old-fashioned in some respects. Or so I have been told."
    "There is much to be said for the old ways, if you ask me. Here's to ancient Greeks and amusing
    Romans." Sir Thomas raised his glass in a toast.
    "To ancient Greeks and amusing Romans." Harry obediently took a swallow of the brandy and set the
    glass down. "I have come to ask for Miss Ballinger's hand in marriage, Sir Thomas."
    Sir Thomas's thick brows rose. A thoughtful expression appeared in his eyes. "I see. And does she
    know you are making this request?"
    "No, sir. I have not yet discussed the matter with her. As I said, I am old-fashioned in many respects. I
    wanted your approval before I proceeded further."
    "But of course, my lord. Quite right. Rest assured I am delighted to grant my approval to the match.
    Claudia is an intelligent, serious-minded young female, if I do say so myself. Very well mannered. Takes
    after her mother, you know. Even attempting to write a book, just as my wife did. My wife wrote books
    designed for young ladies in the schoolroom, you know. Quite successful at it, I'm pleased to say."
    "I am aware of Lady Ballinger's excellent educational works, Sir Thomas. They are in my own
    daughter's schoolroom. However—"
    "Yes, I feel certain Claudia will make you an admirable countess and I shall be most gratified to have
    you in the family."
    "Thank you, Sir Thomas, but it was not Claudia's hand I intended to request, delightful though your
    daughter is."
    Sir Thomas stared at him. "Not Claudia, my lord? Surely you don't mean… you can't mean—"
    "I have every intention of marryingAugusta if she will have me."
    " Augusta ?" Sir Thomas's eyes widened. He gulped his brandy and promptly choked on it. His face
    turned a deep, dark shade of crimson as he coughed and sputtered and flailed about with his hand. He
    appeared torn between stunned amazement and laughter.
    Harry calmly rose from his chair and went over to pound his host between the shoulder blades. "I know
    what you mean, Sir Thomas. It is a somewhat unnerving notion, is it not? I myself had a similar reaction
    when I first contemplated it. But now I have grown quite accustomed to the idea."
    "Augusta?"
    "Yes, Sir Thomas,Augusta . You are going to give me your permission, are you not?"
    "Certainly, sir," Sir Thomas said immediately. "God knows she won't get a better offer, not at her age."
    "Precisely," Harry agreed. "Now, then, it occurs to me that as we are dealing with Augusta rather than
    Claudia, we must assume her response to an offer of marriage might be somewhat, shall we say,
    unpredictable."
    "Damned unpredictable." Sir Thomas looked glum. "Unpredictability runs in the Northumberland side of
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    the family, Graystone. Most unfortunate trait, but there you have it."
    "I understand. Given that lamentable characteristic, perhaps it would be more efficient if we simply made
    this entire event a fait accompli forAugusta