Chapter 11
The night was dark with no moon, so the carriage had to travel slowly through the cobbled streets, which put Perry into a fever of frustrated irritation. Damn the wretched man for ruining his sister’s life. He’d once liked Carstairs, a mild-mannered, almost shy fellow, he’d thought. Unremarkable in every respect, really, but for the fact he was an only son possessed of a sizeable fortune, thanks to his recent unexpected inheritance.
Peregrine supposed he was handsome enough in his way. Certainly Charlotte seemed to find his long white fingers, his slightly protuberant cow’s eyes and his quiet intense manner to her satisfaction. She’d been overjoyed by his unexpected marriage proposal just before he’d set sail for Jamaica to attend to his business interests. During the five mon
