Rupert wasn't sure about a party like this but the Commodore insisted he attend on his behalf, and though it was for the Duke of Devon, Rupert did like a party. As representative of the Company, Rupert had arrived his uniform. He had smiled as he put it on, bemused by thoughts of Nicholas as he did so.
He immediately reached for a flute of champagne as he moved through the crowd, mingling and looking to see if he recognised anyone. He didn't come from a wealthy family but his job had opened several doors to him as well as putting a foothold into the upper class society. And he could make his job easier and do more to help the company, Rupert would do so.