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Sir Thomas a favor by keeping an eye on me atEnfield 's."
    "That's another thing about Graystone," Sally said smoothly. "He can be trusted to keep a secret."
    "Are you certain?" Rosalind looked at her anxiously.
    "Absolutely positive." Sally raised her teacup to her pale lips, took a sip, and set the cup and saucer
    firmly on the end table. "Now, then, my bold young friends. We have managed to brush through this
    unfortunate affair safely enough, thanks toAugusta 's daring and my own ability to secure invitations for
    acquaintances on short notice. Lady Enfield did owe me a few favors, after all. However, I feel I should
    take this opportunity to make a point."
    "I believe I know what you are going to say,"Augusta murmured, pouring herself a cup of tea. "But it is
    entirely unnecessary. Not only did Lord Graystone see fit to read me a boring lecture, I can assure you, I
    have learned a lesson from poor Rosalind's sad plight. I, for one, will never, ever, put anything down in
    writing that can possibly come back to haunt me."
    "Nor will I, ever again." Rosalind Morrissey clutched the journal very close to her breast. "What a beast
    that man is."
    "Who?Enfield ?" Sally smiled grimly. "Yes, he is most definitely a bastard when it comes to his dealings
    with women. Always has been. But there is no denying he fought bravely enough during the war."
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    "I do not know what I ever saw in him," Rosalind stated. "I much prefer the company of someone like
    Lord Lovejoy. What do you know of him, Sally? Your information is always the most current, even
    though you rarely leave the comforts of your own home."
    "I have no need to go abroad for the latest on dit ." Sally smiled. "Sooner or later it all flows through the
    front door of Pompeia's. As for Lovejoy, I have only recently begun hearing of his charms. They are
    many and varied, I am told." She glanced atAugusta . "You can testify to that, can you not,Augusta ?"
    "I danced with him at the Lofenburys' ball last week,"Augusta said, remembering the laughing, red-haired
    baron with the brilliant green eyes. "I must admit it is quite exciting to dance the waltz with him. And he is
    rather mysterious, I understand. No one seems to know much about him."
    "He is the last of his line, I believe. There was something said about estates inNorfolk ." Sally pursed her
    lips. "But I have no notion of how prosperous his lands are. Best take care that you are not becoming
    enamored of another fortune hunter, Rosalind."
    Rosalind groaned. "Why is it that all the most interesting men have a serious character flaw of one sort or
    another?"
    "Sometimes it is just the reverse,"Augusta said with a sigh. "Sometimes the most interesting male around
    perceives a serious character flaw in a certain female who happens to be quite attracted to him."
    "We are discussing Graystone again?" Sally gaveAugusta a shrewd glance.
    "I fear so,"Augusta admitted. "Do you know he all but admitted he has a list of suitable candidates he is
    reviewing for the position of Countess of Graystone?"
    Rosalind nodded soberly. "I have heard about that list. Whoever is on it will find it difficult to live up to
    the standards set by his first wife, Catherine. She died in childbirth the first year of her marriage. But in
    that single year she apparently managed to leave behind a lasting impression on Graystone."
    "She was a paragon, I presume?"Augusta queried.
    "A model of womanly virtue, or so it is said," Rosalind explained wryly. "Just ask anyone. My mother
    knew the family and frequently held Catherine up to me as an example. I met her once or twice when I
    was younger and I must confess I found her a prig. Quite beautiful, however. She looked like a Madonna
    in one of those Italian paintings."
    "It is said a virtuous woman is worth more than rubies," Sally murmured. "But I believe many men
    discover the hard way that virtue, like beauty, is often in the eye