mention such conduct in a woman as proper and Christian, my lord bishop?'
'Yes,' George Worth said slowly, wondering if Lord Bertram was hinting at what he suspected he was.
'Lady Lucinda needs to be mastered,' Lord Bertram said softly.
'My God, Bertie, you aren't suggesting…' the duke began.
'I am,' Lord Bertram responded. 'Never knew a girl more in need of such correction than Lady Lucinda.'
'But we ain't never had a lady up before our court,' the marquess interjected. 'Just serving girls, merchants, and farmers' lasses. An occasional shop girl, or saucy governess. We've never mastered a real lady.'
'Which is not to say we can't,' the duke said. 'Lucinda has insulted us all when all we did was offer her marriage. Did you not tell me, George, that she offended half the country gentlemen round and about the manse? Isn't that why you brought her to London for the season? So she might have a bigger field in which to husband hunt? Well, the wench has had three most suitable and magnanimous offers which she has publicly scorned. That was bad enough, but she has made all three of us a laughingstock. I cannot go anywhere our friends do not neigh, George. Poor Hammie and Bertie have suffered from her mocking tongue as well. I should like that tongue to be taught more pleasant diversions such as licking my cock. Would you gentlemen not agree?'
'Only if it is my cock she licks,' the marquess said with a wink.
'Then, my lords, I suggest we bring Lady Lucinda before the court of the Devil's Disciples for judgment as soon as possible,' Lord Bertram responded.
'It would be quite unseemly for me to attend that particular session,' George Worth said. 'Neither my wife, nor Lucinda, could possibly imagine such a secret society as ours, gentlemen. If my sister is to be given over to The Master for correction, I should not be there.'
'Certainly not!' the trio agreed with one voice.
'However, George, you must help us make the plan by which we will trap the lady, putting her in our tender charge,' Lord Bertram told the bishop.
'And after she is mastered, she will be forced by the very nature of her situation to choose a husband from among the three of us,' the marquess concluded gleefully.
'How much time will you need?' the bishop asked his companions.
'I think at least a month,' the duke considered, and looked at his coconspirators, who nodded in agreement.
The bishop thought for several long minutes, and then he said, 'Only Caroline would be concerned as to where Lucinda has gone. Two of my other sisters are in Scotland, another in Wales, and Julia lives in Ireland. There will be no one to ask embarrassing questions, gentlemen. I believe the solution is to tell Caroline that Lucinda has gone to Ireland to visit Julia.'
'Lucinda must appear to be planning such a trip,' Lord Bertram said, 'else your wife grow suspicious.'
'I know just how to get Lucinda to agree to such a visit,'
George Worth said with a grin. 'For two years she and I have argued over her desire to purchase her own home in London. She has found a house she likes on Traleigh Square. I shall allow her to buy it and make all her plans for decoration. Then I shall suggest she visit Julia, while it is being done, and be back in London by the autumn. That gives us the summer months should my sister prove more recalcitrant with The Master than we anticipate and he need more time with her. The house, of course, can be quickly resold once she has married again. It will be well worth the cost of the decor to allow us this time. Besides, Lucinda can afford it. She will still come to a new marriage a wealthy woman. Is this plan suitable to you, gentlemen?' the bishop asked them.
'What about her maid?' the duke said. 'No lady would travel without her maid, George.'
'Polly? A most naughty piece of fluff, my lords. She will certainly go with my dear sister. And when the time comes for Lucinda to make her choice, Polly will, I promise you, offer you all a most charming entertainment along with her mistress. She's a juicy fuck if there ever was one. I shall miss her, but whichever of you gentlemen wins Lucinda will have Polly in your household, too. I envy you. I have had a most enjoyable two years with Polly, and her sister, Molly, who is Caroline's maid. They are wickedly lewd lasses.'
'We shall notify The Master, then, my lords. Let us meet here again at the same time next week to coordinate our plans,' the duke said. The agreement secured, the gentlemen bowed to one another and sat down to play cards.
The next morning the bishop, his wife by his side, called his sister into the morning room. 'Caroline has convinced me that you will not settle upon a second husband until you have your own home,' George Worth began. 'I do not want you unhappy, Lucinda. Therefore I have instructed your bank to release to you any and all of your funds. You may purchase your house in Traleigh Square, m'dear. I am not convinced this is the best road for you to take, but it is obvious you will not travel mine until you gain your own way in the matter.' He smiled a small smile, feeling not the least bit of guilt.
'Ohh, George!' Lucinda cried, clapping her hands together in delight. 'I shall send to dear old Mr. Wythe and have him negotiate with the agent. Is there time before we leave London?'
George Worth smiled more broadly. 'Of course,' he purred. 'And, Luci, you must make arrangements for your decor before we depart. The house, I have not a doubt, will need work. We shan't leave London until you have made all of your arrangements, m'dear.'
Lucinda flung her arms about her older brother and kissed him soundly on both of his smooth cheeks. 'You are, Georgie, the very best brother a girl could have! Even if you are a bit slow,' she said.
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'If you had done this two years ago, it would have been ever so much better,' Lucinda told him. 'But at least now you have listened to reason and come around to a more sensible frame of mind. I am so very glad!' She kissed him again, then turned to her sister-in-law. 'Dearest Caro, thank you for interceding for me,' Lucinda said.
'I agree with George, Lucinda, but I also realize that you will not be content to remarry until you can have your way. You are not, I fear, at twenty-five, in the first flush of your youth any longer,' Caroline Worth noted sharply. 'Having refused three such fine offers as you had, it will not be as easy next season to find a husband.'
Lucinda bit her lip to keep from laughing. Poor Caro, for whom a man, children, and home were everything. She could not understand anyone who did not have the same ambitions as she had. There she was married to George, a sweet, but dull fellow, with five children, and yet another on the way. She was as content as a sow in warm mud.
'London in the summer is a cesspit,' her brother pronounced. 'Buy your house, and make your plans, m'dear. Then why not go off and visit Julia in Ireland. You and she always got on quite well. You haven't seen her since you married. Or go up to Scotland to see Laetitia and Charlotte, or perhaps Georgeanne over in Wales.'
Lucinda thought a moment. Her brother was being very reasonable, and he was right. London's reputation in summertime was foul. 'I shall go to Ireland to visit Julia and her Brian,' she decided aloud. Julia had always been fun. Her other sisters bored her.
'I shall write to Julia myself,' the bishop said to his youngest sister. 'When you have concluded your business, m'dear, I shall arrange for your travel. I have been given to understand that Dublin is quite lively even in the summertime.'
'You have been so good to me, George,' Lucinda said to him. 'I am sorry it has taken us so long to come to terms. But now we have, and everything is going to be all right.'
'Oh, indeed it will, m'dear,' George Worth agreed. Lucinda would be taken in hand by The Master, and tamed. When The Master had concluded his instruction, Lucinda would be an obedient and proper woman. Her suitors were willing to allow it and wait. In the end she would have to pick one of them. There would be no other road for her to take. She would be well married by Christmas just like his other sisters. One day she would thank him for having taken a firm hand in securing her good fortune. The bishop smiled at his wife and his sister, pleased with his own thoughts. 'You had best send for Mr. Wythe,' he told Lucinda. 'You don't want someone else to snap up your house, m'dear.'
By the day's end, however, the house at Three Traleigh Square was the property of Lady Lucinda Harrington. The next morning, key in her gloved hand, she entered her new property in the company of her brother and sister- in-law. George Worth had to admit that his sister had an excellent eye. The house, while not large, was charming. It would resell quickly. On the main floor was a morning room, a formal salon, a library, and a dining room. Below the stairs were spacious kitchens opening onto a large back garden with an apple tree. On the upper floors there
