“Likewise, my lord.” She curtsied, amused that they were keeping the formalities even though they were in almost complete darkness.
“Everyone, may I have your attention, please?” Lord Grisham said, raising his voice to a normal conversational level.
The other discussions immediately halted, and everyone took a step closer.
“Mr. Clarke’s refractor is being used for the Messier Challenge tonight, Sir Dorian plans to use his for comet hunting, and Moncreiffe’s is for viewing … whatever you please. There are chairs around the table as usual, and of course a footman will be up with refreshments shortly.”
“Jolly good host,” Sir Dorian said.
“As always,” Mr. Clarke seconded.
“Which object are you on now?” That was Mrs. Lumby, who had accompanied Mr. Clarke.
“Number twenty-two,” Lord Grisha
