“Infants hiding behind infants, how apropos,” James sneered.

“Is, ain’t it?” Anthony grinned and kissed the top of his daughter’s head. “Least it works.”

James was not amused, and ordered, barked, actually, “Put my niece down.”

“Wouldn’t think of it, old man—least not until I find out why you want to murder me.”

Anthony’s wife, Roslynn, bent over one of the twins, didn’t turn about to say, “Excuse me? There will be no murdering in front of the children.”

The smirk that elicited from Anthony had James raising a golden brow at him. That, of course, gave Anthony ample warning that he wouldn’t like what was coming, knowing his brother as he did.

And James didn’t keep him in suspense, saying, “Ask yourself what would happen when Jack, out of the blue, mutters, ‘bloody everlasting hell,’ within her mother’s hearing. Then ask yourself what would happen when George asks her daughter where she heard such a phrase. Then imagine what would happen when Jack, unaware that she had just shocked her mother, pipes up that Uncle Tony took Judy and her to Knighton’s Hall. Finally, imagine George hunting me down to demand why I let you take our daughters to that strictly male establishment where blood flies freely in the ring, where gamblers swear most foully when they lose their wagers on the contenders who get too bloody, where every kind of topic unsuitable for six-year-olds gets discussed freely. And then picture George not believing me when I tell her that I didn’t know you could be that bloody irresponsible. She blamed me for letting you take them there. And since I didn’t even know you were taking them there, guess who I’m bloody well blaming?”

Even Reggie took a deep breath after that long diatribe. Anthony had looked rather shocked at first, but now he looked quite uncomfortable, especially when his wife turned to narrow her gold-flecked hazel eyes on him, her Scots temper obviously about to erupt.

“Och, mon, I canna believe what I just heard. You did that? You actually took Judy and Jack to Knighton’s, of all places? You didna ken how damaging that could be to such impressionable young girls?”

Anthony winced and tried quickly to explain. “It wasn’t like that, Ros, really it wasn’t. I was taking the girls to the park. I stopped by Knighton’s just to run in quickly to have a word with Amherst. You had asked me to invite him and Frances to dinner, and I knew he’d be at Knighton’s Hall at that time of day. How was I to guess the girls would sneak out of the carriage and follow me in?”

“When those two darlings are known to be getting into things and places they shouldna?” she retorted stiffly, then turned to Reggie. “Fetch the other two bairns,” she said as she scooped up the twins. “We’re leaving James to get on with his murdering.”

Reggie tried to hide her grin as she plucked Jaime from Anthony and grabbed the other toddler’s hand, then followed Roslynn out of the room. It was accomplished within moments, as efficient as the women were with children.