Downstairs, someone shouted and then dropped something with a large thump that seemed to echo down the hallways. “Bloody hell, what is all the din?” He got up from bed and began rummaging about for his clothing.

The door opened and Tilton entered carrying a tray. He raised his brows on finding Devon half dressed. “Pray tell me the buff breeches and green coat are an effort to amuse your host and not an honest attempt at fashion.”

“What? This coat and breeches? I wore them to the Whythe-Stanhopes’ and everyone complimented me.”

“Hm. Did they appear to be smirking when they made their comments? Or perhaps the wine was flowing freely? I believe I have heard that the Whythe-Stanhopes are notorious about spiking the punch at their own parties.”

Devon eyed his valet with a narrow gaze. “Are you accusing me of being out of style?”

“I would never presume to do such a thing,” Tilton said primly, setting the tray on the night table, “no matter how true such a statement might appear to others.”

Devon looked down at his breeches for a moment. Then he sighed. “Damn it, now you have me wondering if perhaps you’re right. Find me another coat to wear.”

“Excellent, sir.” Tilton uncovered the dishes on the tray. “Perhaps you should eat while I do that very thing.”

Devon was more than willing to eat; his stomach was rumbling so loudly he was beginning to think that was what had awakened him rather than the mill downstairs. “What is going on to cause that racket?”

“Preparations for the ball, sir. Apparently Lady Strathmore has been most lavish in her preparations and His Lordship has been complaining about it since.”

“I see.” Devon had forgotten the ball. Lately, it seemed that he’d forgotten a lot of things. He yawned and stretched.

Tilton shot him a sharp glance. “Tired, sir?”

“Somewhat.”

“Yes, sir. Sleep riding will do that to you.”

“Sleep riding? What are you talking about?”

“Merely that after you went to bed last night, you apparently got up, dressed, and went for a ride.”

“I was awake. And yes, I know I did. How did you know? It was late and I thought you were already abed.”