'I must say, Christopher, your sister-in-law Lucinda is looking very well tonight, very well indeed!' The Viscount spoke with admiration as his gaze focused on the blonde haired attractive female standing in the corner of the ballroom. She was laughing merrily with her sister Millie beside her, as they both looked across the crowded hall which was half filled with dancing couples.

'Roger don't even think it!' Christopher's voice became immediately serious.

'Think what Christopher?!' Roger replied back coyly.

'You know what....I am warning you. Lucinda is my sister officially now, and a dear one at that, I will not have her becoming one of your conquests do you hear? She deserves much better than that...much better than you.'

'No need to hold back on your harsh words and tell me what you really think about me,' the Viscount spoke dryly, 'you might not believe it but a part of me feels offended that you have such a lowly opinion of me.'

'Come on Roger can you blame me for my words?!' Christopher turned to his best friend in surprise to see that he actually appeared a little hurt just like he had said. 'Looking around this room I can already spot four ladies who I know full well that you have associated yourself with.'