In Debt To The Earl. Elizabeth Rolls

out of hand. ‘Attacked?’

      Nick’s gaze fastened on Paget. ‘Tell me you didn’t send for the mater and pater. Please.’

      ‘No, sir.’ Paget’s tone was soothing. ‘Just his lordship.’

      ‘Thank God.’ Nick attempted to sit up and the bedclothes fell back, revealing his naked torso, even as he sank down cursing.

      James’s eyes widened and he swore savagely. Nick’s body was livid with bruises.

      ‘Looks as bad as it feels, does it?’ Nick managed a weak grin.

      ‘Stay on the damn pillow.’ James enforced the command with a gentle hand on his cousin’s shoulder. ‘I can’t blame you for not wanting to see your parents, but unless you wish me to send for them, you will do as you are told.’

      ‘Bully,’ Nick said with a half smile.

      ‘Believe it,’ James said. ‘Who beat you?’ Because that was what it looked like—a deliberate and brutal beating.

      Nick grimaced. ‘Did I mention that I was an idiot?’

      ‘You did,’ James said. ‘Unnecessary, but you did mention it. Go on.’

      ‘Well, I lost a bit of money.’

      ‘How much is a bit?’ James asked.

      ‘Er...quite a bit. A couple of monkeys.’

      James bit back several choice remarks. No doubt Nick was already thinking them anyway. ‘A couple of monkeys.’ His voice expressed polite interest. ‘You lost a thousand at— What? Cards? Dice? A horse?’

      ‘Cards,’ Nick said. ‘The thing is—’

      ‘You couldn’t pay.’ James failed to keep the sarcasm out of his voice. A thousand was more than Nick’s entire annual allowance.

      ‘No.’ Nick’s voice was weary, his eyes closed. James glanced at Paget, who gestured to the door. On the whole James agreed. Nick was safe and the story could wait. But Nick’s eyes opened again.

      ‘I couldn’t pay and he sold my vowels.’

      ‘Who?’

      ‘Chap called Hensleigh. Captain Hensleigh,’ Nick said.

      ‘Never heard of him,’ James said. But Captain Hensleigh was going to hear from him. ‘Navy or army?’

      ‘What?’

      ‘What sort of captain?’ James asked.

      Nick grimaced. ‘Oh. Sharp, I should think.’

      A Captain Sharp. Wonderful. Nick had come up to town for the first time, lost more money than he could pay to a professional card cheat and been beaten up.

      James glanced at Paget. ‘Is there any coffee?’

      ‘I roasted and ground beans earlier,’ Paget said. ‘But Mr Nick fell asleep. It won’t take long.’

      ‘Thank you,’ James said.

      ‘Sorry,’ Nick mumbled. ‘Should have offered.’

      James snorted. ‘We’ll just assume your manners have gone begging in the same place as your wits.’

      ‘Get the coffee, Paget,’ Nick said. ‘There’s a good chap.’

      ‘Yes, sir.’

      James turned back to Nick. ‘Any chance those bruisers are coming back? Where did this happen?’

      ‘Off Fleet Street, near the Strand.’

      ‘What in God’s name took you down there?’ James demanded.

      ‘Looking for Hensleigh,’ Nick said. ‘He gave me a week and it wasn’t quite up.’ He met James’s gaze. ‘I couldn’t pay. I knew that and I was going to ask for more time.’

      ‘What? And stop in at St Clement Danes on your way back up the Strand to pray for a miracle?’ James asked.

      Nick flushed. ‘No. I was going to come to you and...and ask for advice. But I didn’t find Hensleigh and I ran into my attackers on the way back.’

      ‘My advice would have been to stay out of gaming hells in the first place,’ James said. ‘However, that’s done. Why the hell didn’t you stop when the play got too deep?’ A question for the ages, that one.

      He watched as Nick swallowed. ‘I... I thought I could win it all back. You...you see, I did win at first. Quite a lot. And then—’

      ‘And then you lost a bit. Not much, but a bit,’ James said. It was a familiar story.

      ‘Yes,’ Nick said. ‘And I won it back quite quickly, but then—’

      ‘Then you really started losing,’ James finished for him. ‘Haven’t you played enough salmon in your time to know when you’re being played?’

      ‘Apparently not.’ Nick fiddled with the bedclothes. ‘What do I do now? I can’t pay this debt and even if I could, I wouldn’t be able to pay for my lodgings, or eat, or—’

      ‘Precisely,’ James said. ‘Did you enjoy it?’

      ‘What?’

      ‘The cards. The play. The excitement.’ He needed to know if he was going to be wasting his money. He’d bail Nick out this first time, regardless, but if the boy was a bred-in-the-bone gamester, he needed to know. As things stood, Nick’s father, William, was his heir, with Nick next in line.

      ‘Oh.’ Nick grimaced. ‘No. Not much.’

      ‘Really?’ Was the boy just giving the answer he must know his cousin wanted?

      ‘Well, winning was fun,’ Nick admitted.

      ‘Winning is supposed to be fun,’ James said.

      ‘Yes, but I have more fun, say, steeplechasing,’ Nick said. ‘Even if I don’t win, the ride is fun.’

      ‘And gaming isn’t?’

      Nick shook his head. And winced. ‘No. I felt sick most of the time.’

      Relief flooded James. ‘Come down this summer and we’ll race. There’s a colt you can try out for me. He’s not up to my weight.’

      ‘If the pater ever lets me off the leash again,’ Nick said. ‘I’ll have to write to him. Tell him what I’ve done and—’

      ‘I’ll sort it out,’ James said. ‘No need to upset your parents.’ William and Susan were good people, but the boy would never hear the last of it and he suspected Nick had learned his lesson. Learned it the hard way, but at least he had learned it. Many never did. Also, William couldn’t afford to settle a debt like this. James could.

      ‘What? No!’ This time Nick did sit up, swearing at the pain. ‘Curse it, James!’ he went on, when James had helped him back against the pillows. ‘I wanted advice, not your money!’

      ‘If I didn’t believe that, you wouldn’t be getting either,’ James said. ‘Listen, you aren’t the first youngster to make a fool of himself in London, and—’ he grimaced slightly at the memory ‘—I don’t suppose I was either.’

      ‘You?’ Nick sounded as though he could as easily have believed St Paul’s had heaved itself up off its foundations and walked away on chicken legs.

      James reminded himself that his cousin was nineteen. ‘I wasn’t born staid and respectable,’ he said. Far from it.

      Nick flushed to the roots of his hair. ‘I didn’t mean that! It just seems unlikely that you could have done something this stupid.’

      He’d been a great deal more stupid. ‘Believe it or not, you don’t have a monopoly on idiocy,’ he said. ‘But