Sir Joseph slid gratefully from his horse with a sigh. It had been a long ride to De Pfeffel hall, the seat of the Duke Alexander de Pfeffel. The duke was as rich as Croesus and owned considerable land in the Americas. More importantly than that however he was the Lady Roxanne's uncle and a man of notorious bad temper when it came to his niece.
He glanced up at the huge house in front of him, noting the windows glinting in the sunlight. His excuse for the visit was a meeting with Duke Alexander to discuss some mutual interests in the indies that could be highly profitable however seeing the Lady Roxanne again was the real prize.
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Lady Roxanne was staring out of the window as Sir Joseph rode up and dismounted. She concentrated on his posterior as he alighted, he had a fine pert behind she thought to herself.
"Is there anything else i can get you my lady?" said the maid as she laid a cup of lady grey tea on the small table next to Roxanne.
"No thank you, Agnes, that will be all" Roxanne replied.
"Will i inform cook that you be down for dinner milady?" inquired Agnes timidly.
"Yes Agnes, i will be definitely be there for dinner, definitely" she replied firmly.
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Duke Alexander's ruddy bald head bobbed up and down aggressively as he held forth his opinion on another subject.
"I tell you sir Joseph those damned rebels best watch their step, the army will be sent in you mark my words" his jowls wobbled as his voice gained stridency. "Damn well had to bring my niece over to keep her out of the clutches of those fools."
"Really, my lord" Sir Joseph murmured as he sipped his sherry. they where sat in the Dukes study have concluded their business.
"Between me and you sir, we are hoping to gain her a advantageous marriage" said the duke "but she is being damnably awkward, too much spirit in her."
"Marriage my lord?" Sir Joseph stammered.
"Yes sir marriage, otherwise I'll get all the blackguards in Christendom calling at my door!" thundered the duke "my niece has a singular beauty of that make no mistake, and we both know of some rakes that would ruin her virtue with nary a thought."