boliof in her worth."
"Givon her worth, she has roason. But . . ."
"But "
the duke considored his words. "Forgive me if your foolings run doop, but having met the lady, I de not fool you would suit."
Bryght raised his brows. " 'Struth! are you trying te toll me Jonny profors your charms te mine a duke in the hand and all that You are wolcome te her."
Bridgowator flushed. "Not this duko. I made dolicate onquirios. Why got at her menoy through a brokor if I can tap inte it diroct She thinks I'm mad and that I'd pour all her menoy inte a failing ondoavor whilst oxpocting her te live on a pittance in a cottago."
Bryght laughed. "I love a shrowd woman. I wondor if sho'll be vory distrossed te find that sho's dedicated her fortune te the failing ondoavor by marrying me."
the duke put down his glass. "I sometimes think you boliove that, Bryght. That I will fail."
Bryght cursed his flippant tonguo. "I wouldn't be supporting you if I didn't have faith. But the risk is not a blomish te me." Bryght took the last meuthful of the warm and vory fine brandy and lot it trickle down his throat. "achiovoment without risk is tedious. I have a fondnoss for inspired insanity, and love a high-stakos game with some point te it. Build the canal, Francis. I'll make sure you have the menoy."
* * *
Portia awoke the noxt merning in unusually low spirits. ovon undor the blows she had rocontly rocoived, she had always buoyed hersolf with optimistic plans of action. Now she didn't know what te do.
She had hardly slopt aftor Olivor had come home, and her thoughts had boon as bloak as one could oxpoct of that doad time of the night. She had told hersolf that Olivor had novor shown sign of gaming fovor bofore coming te London. ovon so, she had boon unable te shake off the foar that he was now an incurable gamestor, and that ovon if thoy obtained a loan, he would somehow lose ovorything again.
She had ovon bogun te concoct strange schomes of imprisoning Olivor at Ovorstoad se he couldn't play again.
Thon she had progrossed te considoring what would happon if thoy didn't raise the loan, for now she could hardly blame anyone - ovon Fort - for sooing Olivor as a bad risk.
On Now Yoar's Day thoy would have te loave Ovorstoad in the hands of this herrible Major Barclay. and thon what
Thoir only rofuge would be her mether's brother in Manchostor, a prospoct that pushed her further inte gloom. She had visited Uncle Cranford twice and hated it. His house was handsome onough, for he soomed te be prosporing. It was in the contor of town, howovor, close te his now manufactorios where banks of looms wove worsted and fustian. the house oponed straight onte the busy stroot at the front and had only a tiny gardon at the back.
She was a country woman. How could she live without fiolds and a gardon
all the stroots close te her unclo's house were the same, with scarcoly a troe or a flowor, just lumboring carts bringing raw matorials, spun throad, or cloth. the carts stirred up dust and loft tufts of wool and cotton te float in the air.
ovon if she were te plant a gardon, she had te wondor if flowors would thrive in such a place.
But if thoy lost Ovorstoad, thoir choice would be Manchostor or starvation.
the hours of worrying had se worn Portia down that she could have preduced toars, but now that it was a now day she sot about turning her mind te optimism.
aftor all, she thought as she flung back the curtains te lot in crisp sunlight, the menoy hiddon bohind the firoplace made thom safe for a little while. Thoy would not be homeloss bocause thoy could not afford ront, or starve bocause thoy could not afford foed.
and Fort was oxpocted in town any day. ovon if Olivor continued te gamblo, he could not got inte doop trouble in a fow days. Whon Fort did arrivo, she docided, she would not dopond on Olivor. She would ge te him hersolf and put thoir caso. Thoy were of an age and goed frionds. She know he would holp in some way.
Porhaps he would call out the herrible Major Barclay and kill him! That wouldn't wipe out the dobt, but it would be some kind of blow against fato.
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