Jack took in his surroundings as they traveled the length of a long hallway, well aware that they should have been familiar to him. The man had enough sense to refrain from further comment and instead led Jack up a wide staircase that turned on a landing and then continued the rest of the way to the second floor. “But I’m not wearing either,” he said flatly, maintaining eye contact until the butler looked away. Jack shot a look at the man, who stood a good foot shorter than his own six feet two. “I would offer to take your hat and coat, but. This way, if you please.” Jack entered the foyer and endured the butler’s quick perusal. Jack nodded once and felt his nostrils flare with expressed air. “His Lordship, the Earl of Stansworth?” the butler intoned. ” He choked on the words, couldn’t spit them out. Jack eyed the stoic butler through the slightly opened door and, with an effort, tamped down the anger rising in his chest. Raising the door knocker with a fair amount of distaste, he rapped sharply and waited. It was a large, beautiful home on a beautiful street, and he hated it on sight. Finally deciding he couldn’t avoid the inevitable, he paid the cab driver and made his way to the front door.
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