The Saint-Germain Chronicles
“I’m pleased you noticed it,” their host said to the select and exclusively masculine company that had gathered in the Oak Parlor at Briarcopse after dinner. He reached for the port to refill his glass and rather grandly offer it around. “Surely you’ll have some. It was laid down the year I was born—splendid stuff. My father was quite the expert in these matters, I assure you.”
Five of his guests accepted with alacrity; the sixth declined with a polite, Continental bow, and the Earl put the deca...nter back on the silver tray set out on the gleaming mahogany table. “Don’t stand on ceremony, any of you,” he said with a negligent wave of his long, thin hand. He then settled back in his chair, a high-backed, scallop-topped relic of the reign of Queen Anne and propped his heels on the heavy Tudor settle before the fire. Slowly he lit his cigar, savoring its aroma as well as the anticipation of his guests.
“For the lord Harry, Whittenfield…” the rotund gentleman with the brindled mutton-chop whiskers protested, though his indignation was marred by an indulgent smirk.MoreLess
Five of his guests accepted with alacrity; the sixth declined with a polite, Continental bow, and the Earl put the deca...nter back on the silver tray set out on the gleaming mahogany table. “Don’t stand on ceremony, any of you,” he said with a negligent wave of his long, thin hand. He then settled back in his chair, a high-backed, scallop-topped relic of the reign of Queen Anne and propped his heels on the heavy Tudor settle before the fire. Slowly he lit his cigar, savoring its aroma as well as the anticipation of his guests.
“For the lord Harry, Whittenfield…” the rotund gentleman with the brindled mutton-chop whiskers protested, though his indignation was marred by an indulgent smirk.MoreLess
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