Next on his list was Quintus, and after him, Sextus and Ned. Providentially, he found all three of them at his brother’s house on Curzon Street. Ned had his boots up on the rosewood sofa table again.
They looked up at his entry. He saw surprise on their faces. “Thought you were going to be away a whole week,” Quintus said.
Octavius flung himself down on the sofa beside Ned and kicked his cousin’s feet off the table. “Came back to buy a special license.”
“What?” three voices said.
“I’m getting married.”
They gaped at him in wide-eyed, opened-mouthed astonishment. Sextus found his voice first. “Not that governess you went to protect?”
Octavius nodded.
“Do Mother and Father know?” Quintus demanded.
“Just been to see them.”
“And?”
“They want to meet her. They’re closing the townhouse
