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Jaht "I suppose it’s time to dress for supper"

"Yes, your lordship I have your bath ready But Mr Craan and then seemed to lose steam

"What is the problem?" James asked "Has my father returned from the races?"

"No, your lordship It’s the papers"

"What about them?"

"Mr Cramble told her ladyship at breakfast that h he did put theet to the to my wife?"

"It was because of what they wrote about your wedding, that is, about Lady Islay He meant to show them to you as soon as he had a chance"

James shook his head "What in God’s na with our wedding?"

"It was the wedding of the season," Bairley said reproachfully "The descriptions of the cereilded coach and footold were universally ad teeth here, Bairley," Ja off his waistcoat "Have you chosen soht he would send aa bit "And youfor it, that is"

His valet’s English was generally better than Jan that sonited by fear swept over Ja at, Bairley?" he said sharply

"The papers are all calling her the ‘Ugly Duchess,’ " his valet replied ly duchess,’ a play on that fairy tale ‘The Ugly Duckling’ My lord, please keep your voice down Her ladyship is next door She retired to her roo from the modiste"

"When you say the ‘papers,’ which ones do you mean, precisely?" James pulled off his shirt and tossed it on the bed Daisy must be devastated They were all blasted liars He’d kill the scribblers himself He’d have the presses shut down by the next htly with rage

"All of the dailies," Bairley replied "All except the Morning Chronicle, which said that she had the profile of a king"

"That’s all right," Ja Chronicle He tore open his breeches and a button skipped across the floor

Bairley scurried after it