The baron came across the room to them as if drawn like iron to a magnet—as if drawn to Theo. Of course he might’ve only meant to greet Clarence, which in fact he did, first, and very civilly. Clarence said, cheerily, “Oh, good, you’ve come too, right on time, let me present my brother! Theo, Captain Tourmaline, this is…sorry, dash it all, terrible with names—well, you know, he’s friends with Allensby, so that’s all right, John’s a good chap—”
Henry had formed certain opinions about Allensby’s character as well. Those opinions were less important than the man before him, right now. The man who looked at Theo, and smiled.
To his dismay, Percival Therion-Windham, Baron Coronzon, was thoroughly attractive. Aristocratically fashionable and exquisite with soft, clean hands, neat and presentab
