He (Henry) whistled a jolly tune as he mounted his horse and made his way toward the park. A bit of fresh air, a good breakfast, and then one call. He pulled in a deep breath. His happiness was very close; he could almost feel it now. Constance had smiled at his admission of wanting to marry her. His chances were very good if he could get her brother to agree with him.
“Crawford!”
Henry turned toward the barouche that was coming toward him. “St. James,” he greeted with a tip of his hat.
The rather portly gentleman waved Henry over.
“How can I be of service, my lord?”
“You can learn to be discreet,” the man answered, scooting to the side of the carriage closest to Henry…
Henry’s story is available both as a single title and as part of the Other Pens, Vol. 1: Henry, Charles, and Mary compilation.