Quebec City, 5 years later
"She was very beautiful," George said carefully as he made
his way to the washbasin and began to undo his cravat.
"Mademoiselle DuVadry."
The door behind him slammed and George couldn't help the
way his shoulders flinched. He knew he was treading on dangerous
territory but he felt as if he had no choice.
Alexander was twenty-five now and still unmarried. He
refused to even attempt to court one of the young ladies in
Quebec City. Would not even pretend to deign them with a look.
But tonight, tonight, he danced with the Mademoiselle twice and
he'd danced with her at every other ball that had been held
during the Season. It was more than he danced with anyone else.
Ever. Perhaps, his boy had found someone who interested him?
He swallowed as he thought about it. He'd promised himself
that if this moment ever came he would be gracious.
His boy was young and he should want to find a nice young
lady and marry. He needed a nice girl. Someone to give him
babies with his dark eyes and quick wit. Someone to spoil him
and pet him and keep careful watch over him so that he did not
slip. George was not getting any younger and Alexander would
need someone to care for him when George was gone. A sweet wife
would be just what he needed.
"What is her given name again?" George slipped his cravat
from his neck and slipped out of his coat, hanging it on the
coat tree next to the basin. He started on his cuffs. "Amelie?
She's from a good family of course. And not too young. Twenty.
Her father has of course mentioned that she is a bit serious. He
blames the nuns at the convent where she was educated, but I've
never found a woman with sense to be a burden. You might
actually—"
"No one else asks her to dance," Alexander said sharply.
"At the balls. No one asks Lady Amelie to dance, not since her
first season, when she accidentally trod on the Comte
d'Artagnan's youngest son's toes during a rondo. She is
nearsighted and her father doesn't let her wear her specs in
public and she misjudged the space and stepped down on his foot.
He laughed at her and gave her the cut direct in the middle of
the ballroom and she's become a wallflower."
"I—"
"But she is fluent in French, English, and German, and is
well read in all three languages. She reads Latin and Greek and
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