"The fourth Duke of Gordon was Scotland's Lord Keeper of the Great Seal." During the buffet lunch at the seaside restaurant, Ledrell found an opportunity to tell Georgiana, "Not only that, he was said to be the most handsome man in all of Britain."
Georgiana glanced at Miss Gordon. Perhaps she had inherited his looks; not only was she exceptionally beautiful, but she also possessed a gallant air. Several young, handsome officers were gathered around her, talking to her.
The Duke of Bedford did not seem concerned in the slightest. Just as Georgiana had told Bonaparte, Julian Ouvrard had presumptuously declared his love for her, yet he had not been nervous at all.
What were men thinking these days?
She took a sip of red wine and looked at Francis Russell, who was with the children of the other officers from France. He was the tallest among them and did not look like a child. The other children, meanwhile, really were just children, still playing children's games that held no appeal for an "adolescent."
"Why did the duke bring only one son? Where are the other two?" Georgiana asked.
"The previous duchess favored the youngest son, John. They say he was the cleverest and brightest, though he had been frail ever since birth."
"What about the second son?"
"You mean George? No one knows what he's doing." Ledrell said, "Besides, bringing one son to an occasion like this is enough."
Georgiana understood. George Russell was probably the overlooked child in the family. After all, the eldest son would inherit the family estate, while the duchess favored the clever but frail youngest son.
Just then, she suddenly spotted little Robert Peel. He was leaning over to chat with Francis Russell.
She had no idea what those two "little fellows" were planning,