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dawn.”
    Garrick eyed the port he had just poured as if surprised to find it in his hand. He carefully put the glass
    down again without tasting the contents. He looked at Sebastian. “I know damn well you aren’t afraid to
    meet him. You’re bound to best him in the encounter. The boy has no experience in this sort of thing.”
    Sebastian smiled thinly. “Which makes the whole event something of a bore, don’t you think?”
    Garrick’s brows rose. “No doubt. But what’s going to happen the next time you elect to dance with the
    Original? And I know there will be a next time, Angelstone. I saw the look in your eye tonight when you
    spotted her in the crowd. Haven’t seen you react that way to a female before.”
    “If Merryweather sees fit to issue another challenge—”
    “Which he will, especially when he sees how quickly you apolo-gized after this one.”
    “Then I shall simply convey another apology,” Sebastian con-cluded easily.
    Garrick’s blue eyes widened. “Damnation, man. You’d give him a second apology?”
    “And another after that, if necessary. I have discovered to my astonishment what appears to be an
    inexhaustible supply of gentle-manly remorse, Sutton. I do believe I can continue to apologize as long as
    Merryweather can continue to issue a challenge.”
    “Good God.” Understanding dawned in Garrick’s eyes. He started to grin. “In other words, you’re
    going to amuse yourself with his sister as long as you please and Merryweather will be helpless to force a
    duel because you will simply apologize every time he issues a chal-lenge.”
    “That’s the plan.”
    “Incredible.” Garrick shook his head in admiration. “No one will believe for a single instant that you’re
    actually afraid to meet the boy, of course. Your reputation is too well known. People will say you are
    merely amusing yourself again. Merryweather will become a laughing-stock.”
    “Perhaps. That’s not my problem.”
    “The club betting books will fill up with wagers on when you’ll finally get tired of the game and put a
    bullet in him,” Garrick said.
    “What goes down on the betting books is not my concern, either.” Sebastian helped himself to a small
    swallow of Garrick’s untouched port. “In the meantime you’ll see that my apologies are conveyed to my
    worthy opponent?”
    “If you insist. This is a first for you, though, Angelstone. And not in your usual style.”
    “Who knows? Perhaps I’m changing my ways. It’s just barely possi-ble that I am becoming more
    responsible as I advance into my mature years.”
    Garrick eyed him with some concern. “You’re in a strange mood tonight, my friend. Mayhap it’s time
    you indulged yourself again in your little hobby. It’s been a while since the last occasion, I believe.”
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    “Perhaps you’re right. Then again, perhaps I’m in a strange mood because it’s been a rather strange
    night.”
    “And getting stranger,” Garrick muttered. His gaze shifted to a point behind Sebastian’s left shoulder.
    “Your cousin just walked into the room. Odd. He rarely visits this particular club.”
    “Only because he knows I can frequently be found here.”
    “Precisely. So what, one might ask, is Fleetwood doing here to-night?”
    “That’s easy enough to guess.” Sebastian set down his glass. “He has no doubt come to wish me luck on
    the field of honor.”
    “Not bloody likely.” Garrick frowned. “The opposite, no doubt. Fleetwood would not weep any tears if
    someone were to put a bullet in you, Angelstone, and everyone knows it. As far as he’s concerned, you
    usurped the title, and he’s never forgiven you. He and his over-bearing mama both assumed for years
    that he was next in line.”
    Sebastian shrugged. “As did everyone else in the family.”
    Garrick fell silent as Jeremy Fleetwood came up behind Sebastian.
    “Angelstone.” Jeremy’s voice held