![]() ![]() Lord Dain suppressed a sigh, turned, and directed a hard stare at his accoster. He had no intention of conducting a bargaining session while Trent was by, saying, doing, and looking everything calculated to drive the price up while under the delirious delusion he was shrewdly helping to drive it down. ![]() Still, it was Bertie Trent, the greatest nitwit in the Northern Hemisphere, which meant that Lord Dain must postpone his own transaction. For once, Bertie Trent managed to keep his voice below the alleged “whisper” that could be heard across a football field. The bell had no sooner ceased tinkling than Dain heard a familiar male voice muttering in English accents, and an unfamiliar, feminine one murmuring in response. Indifference, unfortunately, is not the same as deafness. ![]() ![]() Champtois not only did not glance toward the door, but gave no sign of seeing, hearing, or thinking anything unrelated to the Marquess of Dain. Being the most important, Dain expected and received the shopkeeper’s exclusive attention. He did not care who the new customer might be, and Champtois, purveyor of antiques and artistic curiosities, could not possibly care, because the most important customer in Paris had already entered his shop. Lord Dain did not look up when the shop bell tinkled. ![]()
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