not say another disparaging word about the Messenger , nor shall I insist you resign. Indeed, I shall willingly support your efforts in whatever way you wish.â
âNor shall you throw this in his face should the rest of the world discover Cameron Fairchild is really Cameron Effington, son of the Duke of Roxborough,â Mother added. âShould his workâhow did you put it? ah yesâcast this family in the poorest of lights, bringing embarrassment and humiliation down upon us all.â
Father hesitated, then sighed. âI will agree to that.â
âVery well then, Father.â Cam adopted his most confident tone. âYou have yourself a wager.â
âOh, Iâm willing to wager on that myself.â Simon grinned.
âSimon Effington, you will not wager against your brother.â Mother huffed.
âI would never do that, Mother. Besides, I think heâll pull it off.â Simon chuckled. âBut I am willing to bet Father canât keep up his end of the bargain.â
âReally?â Fatherâs brow rose. âAnd you are willing to put up your own money to back that up?â
âIâd be willing to wager, oh, ten pounds on it.â A wicked gleam shone in Simonâs eyes.
âAs am I,â Thad added.
âIâm in.â Spencer nodded.
âWhat about you, Grace?â Father glanced at his daughter. âAre you too so lacking in faith as to your fatherâs ability to abide by his word?â
âOh, Father, I would never say such a thing.â Grace scoffed, then grinned. âBut it does seem too good an opportunity to pass up.â
Grandmother nodded. âMy thoughts exactly.â
âYou too, Mother?â
Grandmother shrugged.
âWhat about you, Fiona?â The duke looked at his wife. âAre you going to join the rest of my traitorous family?â
âOf course not, dear. I said I would not take sides. BesidesââMother smiledââI am already planning to do something completely frivolous with the money you shall collect from our children.â
âThank you.â Father shook his head in a resigned manner. âItâs so gratifying to know I have the confidence of my family.â
Cam glanced around the table and smiled. âThat it is, Father, that it is.â
It was indeed good to know his family had faith in him even if their confidence might exceed his own.
Because, while any number of ideas were constantly simmering in his head, at the moment, he had absolutely no idea what he would write about.
Chapter Two
âI am curious, Miss West.â Lucy sipped her tea and studied her new companion over the rim of her cup. The woman was no more than a few years older than Lucy herself. It was a delightful relief. âWhere do you stand on the subject of adventures?â
âAdventures?â Miss West considered the question for a moment. âI suspect it would very much depend on the adventure in question.â
âExcellent answer.â Lucy grinned. âI think we will get on quite well together.â
Miss Clara West had arrived at Jacksonâs familyâs house in London this morning and Lucy hadnât had time to be little more than introduced to the woman in the flurry of activity surrounding the departure of Jackson and his parents. They planned to travel together on the continent, at least for a while. Jackson had never seen anything of Europe; indeed he had never stepped foot off American soil at all until he had come to England. Their plans were uncertain after that, but he and his father had talked of going on to Turkey or Persia, Arabia or Egypt. Jacksonâs father, Colonel Channing, had traveled much of the world and was eager to show strange and wondrous sights in exotic and exciting locales to his wife and son. It was to be quite an adventure, although Lucy did wonder how Mrs. Channing would bear up under it all as she had never