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rather than their father’s green ones. He had no need of spectacles,
    although he had experimented briefly with a monocle last week. He had dropped the affectation when he
    discovered it was too difficult to keep the glass in place.
    Prudence worried sometimes that Trevor would not want to return to the quiet life of a country squire
    after having been introduced to the pleasures of Town.
    And, if she were honest with herself, Prudence thought, she had to admit that Trevor was not the only
    one who might be a bit bored in the country now. She had found life inLondon far more exciting and
    more intriguing than she had expected.
    It was not the endless round of balls and soirees that fascinated her, but the endless array of bookshops,
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    museums, and the like. Here in Town she could research spectral phenomena far more thoroughly than
    she could at home. She also stood a much greater chance of encountering people who would need her
    special investigation skills.
    “Hello, Trevor,” Prudence said.
    “Good afternoon.” Hester picked up the pot. “Will you have tea?”
    “With pleasure.” Trevor came forward eagerly. “Wait until I tell you my news.”
    “We are all ears, dear,” Hester murmured.
    “You are not going to believe this.” Trevor preened as he accepted the cup and saucer. “But I, Trevor
    Merryweather, wrung an apology out of the devil himself, by God.”
    Hester blinked. “Did you really?”
    “I certainly did.” Trevor turned proudly to Prudence. “Angelstone won’t bother you again, Prue. You
    may depend upon it. Made the bastard apologize for insulting you. Whole world knows it, too. He had
    one of his seconds convey his apologies to me right there in my club where all my friends could hear
    him.”
    Prudence glared at Trevor as he sprawled in one of Hester’s deli-cate satinwood chairs. “For the last
    time, Trevor, I was not insulted by Angelstone. He behaved himself quite properly. There was absolutely
    nothing about his manner on the dance floor that gave offense.”
    “Man’s got a reputation.” Trevor helped himself to a small cake off the tea tray. “You wouldn’t know
    about it, of course. Not the sort of thing a lady should know about. Point is, he certainly ain’t the type
    you want hanging about. Everybody agrees he don’t have anything respectable in mind when he starts
    paying attention to a female.”
    “For goodness’ sake,” Prue said. “Name me one female Angel-stone is said to have ruined. Just one.”
    Trevor scowled. “Good lord. Surely you don’t expect me to discuss that sort of gossip with you.”
    “Yes, I do. If I’m being warned off, I want to know precisely why. Who was his last innocent victim?”
    “If he ain’t had a victim this Season it’s only because respectable families are keeping their daughters out
    of his reach.”
    “I want a name,” Prue said evenly.
    Trevor glowered at her and then appealed to Hester for support. “I’ve a hunch you’re more conversant
    with that sort of tale than I am. Give Prue a name. Perhaps it will convince her she’s playing with fire
    when she accepts a dance with Angelstone.”
    “A name?” Hester tapped her chin with her forefinger and studied the ceiling for a moment. “Well, his
    name was linked with that of Lady Charlesworthy at one time, I understand, but that was last Season and
    the lady is a rather notorious widow in her own right. I’m not sure she counts as an innocent victim, if you
    see what I mean. In any event, I’m told that affair ended some time ago.”
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    “What happened?” Prudence asked, deeply curious in spite of her-self.
    “Theon dit is that Lady Charlesworthy made the mistake of trying to incite the Fallen Angel’s jealousy,”
    Hester said. “She gave her fa-vors to another. There are rumors that a duel was