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Grace cried with disbelief. “Monica Hargrove is the first woman he’s ever so much as looked at, and even so, it took him several years to do it!”
    “I know,” Honor said, wincing a little. “I’m only trying to think of a way to put off their marriage for a time.”
    “Until what?”
    “I haven’t worked that out completely,” Honor admitted.
    Grace studied her sister for a moment, then shook her head. “It’s ridiculous. Folly! Monica won’t turn loose a bird in the hand—Augustine could turn mute and blind and she’d not care. And besides, I have a better plan.”
    “What?” Honor asked skeptically.
    Grace sat up now. “We marry first. Quickly . If we marry, our husbands will have no choice but to take in our sisters and our mother when the earl dies.”
    “Now who is being ridiculous?” Honor said. “What do you think, that we may summon up a husband with the snap of our fingers? Who would we marry?”
    “Mr. Jett—”
    “No!” Honor all but shouted. “That’s a wretched plan, Grace. First, neither of us has an offer. Second, I don’t want to marry now. I don’t want to tend to a man and do his bidding, and be shunted off to the country where there is no society, all because he desires it.”
    “What are you talking about? Who do you know that has been shunted to the country?” Grace asked with some surprise. “Really, Honor, don’t you want to marry? To have love and companionship and children?”
    “Of course,” Honor said uncertainly. She rather enjoyed her freedom. She didn’t pine for marriage and children the way other women her age seemed to do. “But at present, I don’t love anyone and I don’t want to marry merely because it is expected. It vexes me terribly that we are expected to do as we are told and marry this man, or seek that offer,” she said, gesturing irritably. “Why? We’re free women. We ought to choose and do as we please, just like every man is allowed.”
    “But we have others who must rely on us,” Grace said, referring to Prudence and Mercy.
    The reminder put a temporary damper on Honor’s enthusiasm for women’s equality.
    “And besides, your perception is clouded by Rowley’s rejection—”
    “It was not precisely a rejection, ” Honor began to argue, but Grace threw up a hand to stop her.
    “I didn’t say it to be unkind. But your judgment has been impaired, Honor. You won’t allow anyone to come close.”
    Before Honor could argue against such a ridiculous notion, Grace said, “So we are agreed, we must do something. ”
    “Yes, of course, we are agreed. Which is why I want to seduce Monica away from Augustine. And I know just the man to do it.”
    “Who?” Grace asked skeptically.
    Honor smiled at her own brilliance. “George Easton!”
    Grace’s eyes widened. Her mouth gaped. It took her a few swift moments to find her tongue. “Have you gone completely round the bend?”
    “I have not,” Honor said firmly. “He is the perfect man for it.”
    “Are we speaking of the same George Easton from whom you managed to divest one hundred pounds in that scandalous little game in Southwark?”
    “Yes,” Honor said, shifting a little self-consciously in her seat.
    Grace made a sound of despair or shock, Honor wasn’t certain, but her sister suddenly stood and walked in a complete circle behind her chair, one hand on her back, the train of her muslin gown trailing behind her. When she faced Honor again, she folded her arms across her chest and stared down at her. “To be perfectly clear, are you speaking of the self-proclaimed by-blow of the late Duke of Gloucester? The man who loses a fortune as easily as he makes one?”
    “Yes,” Honor said, confident in her idea. “He is handsome, he is the nephew of the king and currently, he is quite flush in the pockets, as we know.”
    “But he is a man with no real name. Or connections! We may all very well believe he is the true son of the late duke, but the duke never acknowledged it.