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"Ian's method of dealing with Sir Francis Belhaven--who, his grandfather had discovered, was boasting that Elizabeth had spent several days with him--was less subtle and even more effective. "Belhaven," Ian said after spending a half hour searching for the repulsive knight. The stout man had whirled around in surprise, leaving his acquaintances straining to hear Ian's low conversation with him. "I find your presence repugnant," Ian had said in a dangerously quiet voice. "I dislike your coat, I dislike your shirt, and I dislike the knot in your neckcloth. In fact, I dislike you. Have I offended you enough yet, or shall I continue?" Belhaven's mouth dropped open, his pasty face turning a deathly gray. "Are--are you trying to force a--duel?" "Normally one doesn't bother shooting a repulsive toad, but in this instance I'm prepared to make an exception, since this toad doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut!" "A duel, with you?" he gasped. "Why, it would be no contest--none at all. Everyone knows what kind of marksman you are. It would be murder." Ian leaned close, speaking between his clenched teeth. "It's going to be , you miserable little opium-eater, unless you suddenly remember very vocally that you've been joking about Elizabeth Cameron's visit." At the mention of opium the glass slid from his fingers and crashed to the floor. "I have just realized I was joking." "Good," Ian said, restraining the urge to strangle him. "Now start remembering it all over the ballroom!" "Now that, Thornton," said an amused voice from Ian's shoulder as Belhaven scurried off to begin doing as bidden, "makes me hesitate to say that he is not lying." Still angry with Belhaven, Ian turned in surprise to see John Marchman standing there. "She was with me as well," Marchman said. "All aboveboard, for God's sake, so don't look at me like I'm Belhaven. Her aunt Berta was there every moment." "Her what?" Ian said, caught between fury and amusement. "Her Aunt Berta. Stout little woman who doesn't say much." "See that you follow her example," Ian warned darkly."