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Honestly, Faith, I have serious doubts that this section of the will is legal.”
    â€œDon’t you understand, Merry? Naming the groom is the very point that can save me and Mayfair Manor.” Faith grasped Meredith’s hand eagerly. “The will does not name Neville Sainthill specifically as my future bridegroom; instead it names Viscount Dewhurst. In this instance, I believe that Neville’s death doesn’t null the clause, but actually strengthens it.
    â€œGiven my past experiences with my fiance, I might have a far better chance of convincing his brother, Griffin, to honor the wishes of our fathers and unite our families in marriage. Then Mayfair Manor will be mine.”
    â€œAlong with a total stranger for a husband,” Meredith said dryly.
    Faith cleared her throat and turned away. She could not meet Meredith’s eyes. “Griffin Sainthill is not precisely a stranger. I knew him when we were children.”
    â€œSo did I, though not nearly as well as you. I mostly remember that he never wanted to include us in any of the games he and his brother devised, merely because we were girls. And I also recall receiving many letters from you complaining of Griffin’s outrageous antics,” Meredith exclaimed. She sat on the edge of the bed and primly folded her hands in her lap. “He was an undisciplined, unconventional, and completely wild youth. I have no doubt he has grown into a thoroughly disreputable man.”
    Faith bit back her smile. Oh, how dearly she hoped that were true. She could use a little wildness in her dull, staid life. “It isn’t like you to be so critical of someone you do not know,” Faith said gently.
    â€œOf course. Forgive me.” Meredith rubbed her hand vigorously against her temples. “I am just so worried about you, Faith. If only you would wait until my parents return from Greece. I’m sure that Papa’s solicitors can help. They might even be able to declare the will illegal.”
    Faith straightened her spine and tried very hard to look confident. As much as she appreciated the offer, it wasn’t possible to wait. Meredith’s father, the earl of Stafford, was a good and honorable man, who loved his family dearly, but he was not known for his reliability.
    Who else but an eccentric earl with a scholarly passion for antiquities and his devoted wife would be traipsing around Greece while the madman Napoleon lay siege to half of Europe? Faith knew it could easily be months before the earl and countess returned to England. And years before the matter of the will was settled.
    â€œI cannot afford to wait any longer,” Faith insisted. “My distant cousin Cyril was delighted to inherit Father’s title, but most disappointed to discover there was little income attached to it. ’Tis he who will become the new owner if I am forced out, and I know he would like nothing better than to get his hands on Mayfair Manor. I cannot waste any more time. I must speak with the viscount today.”
    â€œI still believe you should wait for him to contact you. Yet I know you well enough to recognize that stubborn set of your chin,” Meredith replied with a gentle smile.
    Faith blinked rapidly, nearly blinded by the sight. That gentle smile had transformed Meredith’s delicate face to breathless beauty. Though she loved Merry like a sister, a fierce pang of jealousy shot through her. Gazing at her friend’s loveliness reminded her far too sharply of her own lack of beauty.
    Faith believed she had long ago accepted the truth of her looks, acknowledging that she possessed little physical feminine appeal. Still, there was no denying that her chances of succeeding today with Viscount Dewhurst would be far greater if she possessed just an ounce of Meredith’s stunning looks.
    Ah, well, no use wishing for the moon, as her dear Papa would say. Dearest Papa . Faith took a deep breath and swallowed back the lump