Chapter Twenty-Four
On his way to Clarges Street the next afternoon, Nicholas passed the tall townhouse belonging to his brother. To his surprise, the knocker was on the door. Had Gerald returned to London?
On impulse he ran up the steps. His hand was still on the knocker when the door opened. Hampton, his brother’s butler, and his father’s butler before that, favored him with the slightest of smiles and gravely bade him enter.
“Is my brother in?”
“In the library, sir,” the butler said, relieving him of his hat and gloves.
“No need to announce me.” Nicholas strode down the corridor. His mood was buoyant. Isabella was right: the impossible was possible. If Gerald didn’t have a vacant living at his disposal, someone else would. The problem of Harriet would be solved. It was only a matte
