"My goodness, Lord Eward, we have much better things to do this morning than to carry trunks into bedrooms! We have a much more interesting sport to attend to, and a wager to see through." He grinned, and privately noted the way Eward's eyes followed the money. The Mountford-Miles were a rich family, with noble breeding, but it seemed as though the head of the family was eager for more. Which was, of course, highly interesting to him.
Lord Hurst's grin widened of course, at the compliment, as he always did at flattery. "Thank you, Lord Eward. Bailston is rather beautiful, is it not? The income is nineteen thousand pounds a year, or there about, once when had paid one's expenses. And to keep such a large and old house well taken cared for of course becomes more expensive each year. Have you seen Eden Hall as yet? Perhaps tomorrow, before you leave, we could take a ride out? It is hardly five miles from here, a mere pittance considering your journey today."