Augusta gasped, but fortunately it was drowned out by Mrs. Drummond's shriek. The dark-haired stranger ran across the room to clasp Colin - Lord Bruxton's - hand and pump it vigorously. "Well done, old chap. Couldn't be happier for you." Then he turned to Augusta and took her hand, bowing over it with an elegance that was so overblown it made her smile. "Miss MacLeish, you are as gracious as you are beautiful. Bruxton clearly doesn't deserve you, but as his friend, I thank you for ...