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    "Now, that is where you are going wrong in your analysis of the situation. I have given this considerable
    thought and I believe a lively, adventurous wife is precisely what you do need." Peter got to his feet with
    a restless movement and went to stand at the window.
    The fading sunlight gleamed on Peter's artfully styled blond curls and emphasized his handsome profile.
    He was, as usual, dressed in the first style of fashion. His elegantly tied cravat and crisply pleated shirt
    were a perfect complement to his faultlessly cut coat and snug trousers.
    "It is you who craves action and excitement, Sheldrake," Harry observed quietly. "You have been bored
    since you returned toLondon . You spend too much time on your clothes, you have begun to drink too
    much, and you gamble too heavily."
    "While you bury yourself in your study of a lot of old Greeks and Romans. Come, now, Harry, be
    honest. Admit you, too, miss the life we lived on the continent."
    "Not in the least. I happen to be quite fond of my old Greeks and Romans. In any event, Napoleon is
    finally out of the way at last and I have duties and responsibilities here inEngland now."
    "Yes, I know. You must see to your estates and titles, honor your responsibilities. You must get married
    and produce an heir." Peter gulped down a long swallow of his wine.
    "I am not the only one who must see to his responsibilities," Harry said meaningfully.
    Peter ignored that. "For God's sake, man, you were one ofWellington 's key intelligence officers. You
    controlled dozens of agents such as myself who collected the information you wanted. You developed
    the ciphers that broke several of the most important secret codes the French had. You risked your neck
    and mine to get the maps that were needed for some of the most crucial battles in thePeninsula . Do not
    tell me you don't miss all that excitement."
    "I much prefer deciphering Latin and Greek to poring over military dispatches written in sympathetic ink
    and secret codes. I assure you I find the histories of Tacitus far more stimulating than pondering the
    workings of the minds of certain French agents."
    "But think of the thrill, the danger you lived with on a daily basis for the past several years. Think of the
    deadly games you played with your opposite number, the one we called Spider. How could you not miss
    all that?"
    Harry shrugged. "My only regret regarding Spider was that we never succeeded in unmasking him and
    bringing him to justice. As for the excitement, I never sought it out in the first place. The tasks I assumed
    were more or less thrust upon me."
    "But you carried them out brilliantly."
    "I discharged my duties to the best of my ability and now the war is over. And none too soon, as far as
    I'm concerned. You're the one who still seeks out unhealthy thrills, Sheldrake. And I must say, you are
    finding them in the oddest places. Do you like being a butler?"
    Peter grimaced. His blue eyes were bright with wry humor as he turned to face his host. "The role of
    Scruggs certainly lacks the thrill of seducing a French officer's wife or stealing secret documents, but it
    has its moments. And it is worth a great deal to see Sally enjoying herself. I fear she will not be with us
    too much longer, Harry."
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    "I know. She is indeed a gallant woman. The information she was able to glean from certain parties here
    inEngland during the war was invaluable. She took grave risks for her country."
    Peter nodded, his gaze thoughtful. "Sally has always loved intrigues. Just as I do. She and I have much in
    common and it pleases me to guard the portals of her precious club. Pompeia's is the most important
    thing in her life these days. It gives her much pleasure. You can thank your little hoyden friend for that,
    you know."
    Harry's mouth curved ruefully. "Sally explained that the harebrained notion of a ladies' club