"The duke's son and the pauper girl. I suppose as a couple we were the most interesting thing in view. I took the champagne glass from Armand and finished what he hadn't. As Sophia had said, it wasn't swill. So much for my manners. "Why am I here?" I asked curtly, handing back the empty flute. "Because I invited you." I dropped my voice. "Did you find out anything about Rue?" "Is that why you came?" "No, I came because I simply can't get enough of people looking down their noses at me. The girls at school are getting frightfully lax about it." "Are they? How remiss of them. We're taught from the cradle how to look down our noses, you know, we rich sons of bitches. Perhaps Westcliffe's curriculum is a tad too liberal these days." "Why, yes, my lord," I said very audibly. "I enjoy seeing the rest of the boat." "The yacht." "That, yes." --