“I suppose I can guess why you are here.” Rupert’s father smirked as he sank into his favorite chair at his club. “I have no coin to give you for I have just bought Richard a curricle and a pair of feisty bays. He will be the talk of the town in no time.” When this reference to his son by Mrs. Blythe elicited no reaction, he accepted a glass of port, then surveyed his son in obvious anticipation.
“I did not come to ask you for money.”
“What then? To beg forgiveness? You cannot imagine how I have looked forward to this apology.” He saluted Rupert with the glass, then sipped, smacking his lips. “Do begin.”
“I did not come to apologize, sir.”
“Why else would you come?”
“I would request a favor.”
Baron Thornedyke laughed so hard that he choked. He smacked down the glass with sufficient f
