![]() ![]() The evening had begun earlier at Brooks’s, where the elated M.P. On this particular occasion, he and his friends celebrated a speech which Lord David had delivered that very afternoon to a most receptive House of Commons on the volatile subject of labor reform. ![]() He spent his money freely on such pleasures as London made available to young men of fortune and no breeding, and togged himself out in clothing that was obviously expensive, if sadly lacking in taste. Brundy was blissfully undisturbed by them. Brundy, though wealthier than both his compatriots combined, could not open his mouth without betraying his humble origins. Ethan Brundy, owner of a thriving Lancashire cotton mill and shrewd investor in the Funds. To be sure, Lord David Markham, second son of a marquess and a rising star in the House of Commons, was deserving of that appellation likewise Sir Aubrey Tabor, holder of a two-hundred-year-old baronetcy, was far from undeserving of such an epithet. Nor, in fact, could all three be called gentlemen, in the strictest sense of the word. OF THE THREE GENTLEMEN occupying the box nearest the Covent Garden stage, none could honestly be said to be paying much attention to the performance, their close proximity to the proscenium arch offering a vantage point better suited for inspecting the audience than for watching the actors. Nature’s own Nobleman, friendly and frank, ![]()
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