some women initially found the notion of an affair
with the bastard son of an earl somewhat exciting, especially when they learned that he was a very wealthy bastard son, the sentiment
did not last long. The weak flames generated in the course of his infrequent liaisons burned for only a very short time before sput-
tering out.
His affairs had become even shorter in duration since his return
from Italy three years ago. The acid burns on his back and shoulders
had healed but he was marked for life.
Women reacted to the raw, ugly scars with shock and disgust. Baxter did not entirely blame them. He had never been handsome and the acid lacerations had done nothing to improve his looks. Fortunately, his face had been spared. He was, however, fed up with the inconvenience of having to make certain that the candles were snuffed and the fire banked before he got undressed and climbed into bed with a lady.
On the last such occasion, some six months ago, he had nearly brained himself on the bedpost when he had tripped over his own boot in the inky darkness of the widow's unlit bedchamber. The incident had put a distinct damper on the remainder of the evening.
For the most part, he sought his satisfactions and pleasures in his laboratory. There, surrounded by his gleaming beakers, flasks, retorts, and blowpipes, he could avoid the empty conversations and frivolous pursuits of the Polite World. It was a world he had never enjoyed. A world that did not begin to comprehend him. A world that he found excruciatingly superficial and insipid. A world in Which he had never felt at home.
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Baxter schooled his thoughts and forced himself to reason
swiftly. Charlotte had plainly dismissed him as a possible man-of- affairs. A new approach was required if he was to convince her to
employ him. "Miss Arkendale, there seems to be some discrepancy between your view of my nature and the views of virtually everyone else in
the world. May I suggest we resolve the matter by conducting an experiment?"
She went very still. "What sort of experiment?" "I recommend that you summon the members of your household and ask them for their opinions. If the consensus is that I can
successfully go about my duties unnoticed and unremarked, you will employ me. If they concur with your views, I shall take my leave and look elsewhere for a post."
She hesitated, clearly dubious. Then she gave a quick, decisive nod. "Very well, sit. That seems quite logical. We shall conduct the experiment at once. I shall summon my sister and housekeeper. They are both extremely observant."
She reached for the velvet bell pull that hung beside the fireplace and gave it a strong tug. "You agree to abide by the results of this test?" he asked warily. "You have my word on it, sit." She smiled with ill-concealed triumph. "We shall settle the matter at once."
Footsteps sounded in the hall. Baxter adjusted his eyeglasses and sat back in his chair to await the outcome of the experiment.
He was certain that he could safely predict the results. He knew his strong points better than anyone else. No one could top him when it came to appearing as bland and uninteresting as a potato pudding.
@Twenty minutes later, Baxter went down the steps of the Arkendale town house with a sense of quiet exultation. He noted
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that the crisp March breeze, which had been decidedly chilly an
hour earlier, now felt fresh and invigorating,
There was nothing quite like a properly conducted scientific experiment to settle things, he thought as he hailed a passing hackney. it had not been easy but he had finally secured his new post. As he had anticipated, Charlotte Arkendale was the only person in the small household, indeed, very likely the only person in the whole of London, who would ever notice him in a crowd.
He was not sure what her peculiar notions concerning his nature
said about her except that they definitely verified John Marcle's opinion. Charlotte was a very unique