The Quaker And the Rebel
“The bourbon failed to assuage his ill temper as it usually did. Nothing had gone right that evening.
The insipid Daniels girl deserted him after only a few kisses. After two interminable waltzes, Samantha had followed willingly when he led her away from the ballroom and up the stairs. She’d giggled as they entered a guest room at the end of the hall. But when he tried to lift her skirt, she slapped his hand away like an annoying mosquito.
“Sir, I believe there has been a misunderstanding.” She pulled from his embrace and flounced out the door of the stuffy room.
His attempts to seduce two younger, more naive belles yielded the same unsatisfactory result. In one case the father of the girl, and in the other case, a brother, kept a keen eye on them to make sure their reputation remained unsullied. Even a scrawny Irish maid from Fredericksburg spurned him, raving that “her intended beau wouldn’t be likin’ his gal spoonin’ with the master” when he asked her to walk in the garden.
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