Chapter 10
Damn! But the wait was challenging his patience. A distinctly testy Lord Peregrine was in no mood for pleasantries as Nelson struggled to find him a waistcoat to suit his finicky mood.
‘Not the pink and gold,’ Perry grunted as he rejected the finely worked brocade garment Nelson had just handed to him, tossing it to the floor. ‘Far too cheerful for one as black as I am today.’
‘Pink and gold is very good with black, sah,’ commented Nelson calmly, bending to retrieve the offending garment and stroking it almost reverently.
Peregrine raised one eyebrow and almost smiled. Whenever Nelson believed his master was behaving like a petulant schoolboy, he reverted to the ironic address of ‘sah’—a dismissible impertinence except that, of course, Nelson was a slave. Certainly, such a g
