‘Is Lord Cowdlin at home? If so, I would request a few moments of his time.’
Sloane was engaged to drive Lady Hannah and her insipid friend, Miss Poltrop, in the park. He’d deliberately arrived early to see Lord Cowdlin.
The butler bowed and made his dignified way up the stairs. Sloane cooled his heels. While he waited, a footman answered another knock.
His nephew stepped into the hall and handed the footman his card. ‘Lady Cowdlin, if she is receiving callers.’
Sloane would have wagered his new home it was not the mother David had come to see.
The young man looked over and noticed him. ‘Oh, Uncle. Good to see you.’ He strode over and extended his hand.
Sloane accepted the handshake, but with an ironic twist to his mouth. ‘Calling upon Lady Cowdlin, I hear?’
David responded with an abashed expression. ‘I thought I might. And you?’
Sloane glanced towards the stairway. It was taking a devil of a long time for the butler to return with Lord Cowdlin’s response. ‘Lord Cowdlin first, I hope.’
David’s brows shot up. ‘Are you making an offer, Uncle Cyprian?’
‘Not at the moment,’ he replied. That ought to be his errand, but Sloane, who usually acted with dispatch over important matters, continued to drag his feet on this one. He told himself he hesitated only to give Lord Cowdlin time to accommodate to the idea.
A sudden thought occurred to him. He peered at his nephew. ‘Are you making an offer?’
David shook his head. ‘I cannot make an offer to any woman. At the moment, I have nothing but an allowance and prospects. It will be another three years before my trust provides me the means to support a wife.’
How like the Earl to have control of the boy’s money for as long as he could. ‘I see,’ was all Sloane said.
The footman came for David long before the butler reappeared for Sloane. ‘His lordship will see you now.’
Sloane followed the butler to Lord Cowdlin’s library. He barely looked up from the papers at the desk in front of him. It was a rudeness Sloane would not let pass.
When the butler bowed himself out, Sloane approached the desk. ‘You make no secret of your dislike, sir.’ Sloane made certain he spoke these words in a casual manner.
Lord Cowdlin shot to attention. ‘What? What?’
Sloane gave him a knowing smile. ‘You do not rise to greet me. I assure you, sir, if you are so busy, you ought not to have received me.’
Cowdlin glared at him. ‘Well, what do you want?’
Sloane made the man wait, but he stared at him until Cowdlin squirmed in his leather chair.
Cowdlin was no match for him. Sloane had sat across a card table from many a man just like Cowdlin, men who fancied themselves gamesters but who only had the skill to drive themselves into dun territory. Sloane would play his hand with Cowdlin with cunning and resolve. He would comport himself as a gentleman. ‘I wish to do you the honour of informing you of my purchase of a property in Mayfair.’
‘That is it? You waste my precious time to tell me you bought a house?’ Cowdlin huffed with indignity.
‘I came to tell you, before someone else bandied the story about, that I have purchased the town house next door to your wife’s niece.’
Cowdlin stood. ‘What? What nefarious plans are you hatching, sir?’
Sloane gave him a level gaze. ‘My secretary was charged with securing a property for me. He did as I’d wished and found precisely the place I required at the right price. The bargain was secured before he knew I was acquainted with Miss Hart.’
‘You expect me to believe this?’ Cowdlin barked.
Sloane slid into an ironic smile. ‘No, I do not expect you to believe it. But it is the truth, and because of your connection to the young lady, I bring you the news first.’
‘If I hear of any of your mischief towards my niece—’
‘What sort of mischief, Cowdlin?’ Sloane broke in. ‘I am desirous to know.’
The short, round man stood and raised himself to his full height. ‘You know very well what your reputation is, sir.’
‘Ah…’ Sloane pretended to relax. He strolled over to the library window and back again to Cowdlin’s desk. ‘The thing is, I do not know. What is my reputation, sir?’
‘Why… why… why… that of a womaniser. And a bounder.’ A bit of spittle dripped from Cowdlin’s lip.
‘Precisely what have I done? I am not aware of ill using any female, though I confess to having a man’s needs. The ladies involved generally have not complained.’
‘Well, there is how you made your money during the war. Smuggling. Bah! Answer that, will you?’
Sloane had no intention of breaking his word of silence about his war activities, not for this foolish fellow. He leaned casually on the desk, bringing his face closer to Cowdlin’s. ‘And, you, sir, did you forgo your brandy during the conflict? Did Lady Cowdlin or Lady Hannah never wish for French silk? How did you come by such items?’
‘Well…!’ Cowdlin began, but he looked down at his desk and fussed with his papers.
‘Let me speak plainly, sir,’ Sloane said. ‘You are a man in need of money, with a daughter in need of a husband. I have the wealth you desire and am an eligible suitor. Can you afford to earn my dislike?’
To his credit, Lord Cowdlin met Sloane’s gaze. ‘Are you making an offer for my daughter?’
It was the perfect time to do so. Sloane had only to form the words.
He could not. ‘I will make a formal offer if and when I choose to do so. But if you intend to refuse me, it would suit me well enough to be told now.’
Cowdlin averted his eyes. ‘I do not refuse such an offer at this time.’
Sloane stepped back from the desk. ‘Very well. With your permission I will then keep my appointment with your daughter and her friend to drive through the park.’
Cowdlin nodded.
Sloane bowed and strode out of the room.
He was more quickly admitted into the drawing room where Lady Cowdlin and her daughter received callers. Lady Cowdlin sat with Lady Poltrop on a sofa, the two ladies engaged in a whispering conversation, most likely the latest gossip of which lady of their acquaintance was sleeping with which gentleman. Lady Hannah and Miss Poltrop also had their heads together, watching David play at cup-and-ball. When Sloane was announced, Hannah looked over and waved happily. He paid his respects to the mothers and walked over to the younger group.
David gave an embarrassed laugh and set the child’s toy on the table. Sloane felt suddenly very old.
‘Are you ladies ready for a turn in the park?’ he asked.
Hannah clutched at his arm excitedly. ‘Oh, yes. It is such a fine day.’ She batted her eyes coquettishly at David. ‘It is a pity there is not room for you, too, Mr Sloane.’
David smiled. ‘I would have been delighted for the company, but I must take my leave.’ He bowed to each of the young ladies and then to Sloane. ‘Good day to you, Uncle.’
After a long drive through the park, crowded with vehicles of all kinds, as well as riders and pedestrians, Sloane delivered Miss Poltrop to her door. As his tiger jumped on the back of the curricle and he and Lady Hannah started off again, the young lady exclaimed, ‘I cannot believe you will be living immediately next door to my cousin!’