“Is there a reason you’re up and about when it’s so clearly putting you in a foul mood?”
Markus had always been prickly, but in the last few months he’d acted especially so. It seemed doubtful that the reason was grief. He hadn’t gotten on with Philip’s brother and father that well.
“I wanted to speak with you.” Markus reached for the cup and took a careful sip followed by another, suggesting he needed it to revive himself.
“We live in the same house at the moment. I hardly think waking early is necessary.” Nor was it welcome. Philip preferred to have the quiet of the morning to himself before beginning the day.
“Yes, but you’ll be off doing one thing or another or holed up in the study with the steward or something. You’re always busy these days.”
If he didn’t know better, Philip would’ve said a hint of envy colored Markus’s tone. That couldn’t be the case when his cousin went out of his way to avoid carrying out any task asked of him. Which meant that he was criticizing Philip, something in which he took great pleasure.
“There is much to do.” He couldn’t help but defend himself. As if he didn’t feel out of his element already, his cousin was always the first to point out any potential fault or error.
Philip had made numerous missteps since inheriting. Granted, they were small thus far, but Markus managed to discover each and every one.
“I’m sure.” Markus’s doubt was clear based on his expression. Apparently, he thought Philip should be better able to deal with his duties.
Philip bit back a sharp retort, reminding himself that his cousin’s opinion didn’t matter. It was best to pick his battles with Markus, and this one wasn’t worthy of his attention.
Markus acted more agreeably when Uncle Herbert was present. If only his uncle was an early riser as well.
Philip ignored his unwelcome breakfast partner and focused on eating quickly. The meal was already ruined so the sooner he was finished and could begin his day, the better. He refused to ask what Markus wanted to talk to him about, but he’d be willing to wager what it was regarding.
Markus set down his cup and cleared his throat. “I am in need of funds.”
Philip would’ve won. “Why?” He knew his uncle provided a generous allowance for Markus in addition to the income he received from a small holding. It should’ve been more than enough for him to comfortably live on.
“Does it matter?” When Philip lifted a brow, Markus scowled. “A gaming debt.”
“No.” Philip had given him money three months ago for the same reason and told him he wouldn’t do so again.
“Don’t be ridiculous. I need to pay it soon.”
“Then speak with your father. I told you last time I wouldn’t aid you again and I meant it. Clearly, you didn’t heed my advice not to gamble beyond your means.”
“Father was of no help.” Markus tapped a finger on the table. “Therefore,Your Grace,” he said with derision, “it is up to you to assist me.”
“No. Find another way to pay it.” Philip feigned interest in the news sheet at his elbow, hoping the subject was closed.
A minute or two of blissful silence ensued, though Philip knew it wouldn’t last.
“I couldn’t help but notice with whom you danced last evening at the Covington Ball.”
Philip didn’t respond even if his entire body stiffened.
“Does Linford know you’re sniffing around his sister?”
“I am not ‘sniffing’ anyone.” The retort was out before Philip could stop himself. Old habits were hard to break.
“Who knew Lady Eliza would turn into such a tasty morsel.” Markus’s smile was sly. “I do believe I will have to sample her as well.”
“The way you speak of ladies is repulsive, Markus. Show them respect.” The thought of him anywhere near Eliza angered him, though he did his best to hide it. He didn’t want his upset to show, lest Markus decide to make a point of bothering Eliza just to irritate Philip. That was something he wouldn’t permit.
“Women are here for our pleasure. Especially ones that look like Lady Eliza. She used to be such a plump girl but now she has curves that make a man take a closer look.”
It took all of Philip’s fortitude not to lunge across the table and grab Markus by the shirtfront to give him a good shake.
Moments like this confirmed that Philip was not the man his father had been, nor his brother. Markus wouldn’t have dared to act like this with either of them. Nor would he have asked them to pay his gaming debts. It was clear his cousin didn’t respect him. He’d told himself it didn’t matter since he didn’t respect Markus either. But it did.
