Sebastian was still in the morning room when his brother returned. He was reasonably rested and the worst of the effects of the alcohol had worn off, so he was able to greet him warmly.
“Sebastian!” Edward strode into the room and took him by the hand looking surprised. “Dashed good to see you. Lord, but you look well.”
“I do?” Sebastian glanced in the mirror that hung over the mantel. His face was unfashionably bronzed, and his nose appeared to have sprouted freckles. “Lord. I need lemon water.” He peered at his reflection and poked at the offending marks.
Edward laughed. “Nonsense. So, tell me. How did you get on with Hawkins?”
They sat opposite each other on small chairs. Edward was considerably smaller than he, and seemed to fit, but like everything else in his brother’s house it w
