Henry had to think of something to stop him. Anything. “The reason I ask if you’re enjoying the Season,” he said loudly, “is because of your unusual behavior.”
At least the man paused his progress beneath the desk in order to stare at him incredulously. “You find my behavior unusual?”
“Toward Lady Caroline Astley,” Henry clarified. “All of London is talking about it. I should like to know what your intentions are.”
Graverley sat back in his chair, narrowing his eyes at Henry. “I am not in the habit of discussing my intentions with a man I scarcely know. Particularly when that man constitutes the competition.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Lady Cheltenham leaves nothing to chance. Two men got to sit beside Lady Caroline on the settee. Did you think I would not note the other recipient of
