Chapter Nineteen
Julian sat alone in his new drawing room, sifting through a pile of notes. Not one of the guests he had invited for dinner had accepted.
He couldn’t understand it. He’d invited some of the same gentlemen who had come to his last dinner party, and a few new gentlemen whom he had met while walking in Hyde Park. So why had none of them accepted his invitation?
One simple answer—Fungy and Merry. Last time they had done the inviting. This time Julian had done it on his own.
He’d sent round notes of invitation to a dozen men, hoping, even believing, that they would come. But they had all kindly declined the invitation. Previous engagements were the most common excuse, although some did not give any excuse at all but simply stated that they would not be present.
Julian sat
