Lord John and the Private Matter: A Novel by Diana Gabaldon (English) Paperback

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Adored bestselling author Gabaldon brings fans the first book in a new trilogy featuring Major Lord John Grey and many of the characters from her wildly popular Outlander series.

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NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • Diana Gabaldon weaves a dazzling tale of history, intrigue, and suspense in this first novel featuring one of her most popular characters from the Outlander saga: Lord John Grey.The year is 1757. On a clear morning in mid-June, Lord John Grey emerges from London's Beefsteak Club, his mind in turmoil. A nobleman and a high-ranking officer in His Majesty's army, Grey has just witnessed something shocking. But his efforts to avoid a scandal that might destroy his family are interrupted by something still more urgent: The Crown appoints him to investigate the brutal murder of a comrade-in-arms who may have been a traitor. Obliged to pursue two inquiries at once, Major Grey finds himself ensnared in a web of treachery and betrayal that touches every stratum of English society—and threatens all he holds dear.Praise for Lord John and the Private Matter"[A] thoroughly entertaining and wonderfully witty historical mystery set in the richly detailed, occasionally bawdy world of Georgian England."—Booklist"Packed with vivid description and detail. Gabaldon aptly transports readers to eighteenth-century London, with all its reeking humanity and glitteringly elegant excess."—BookPage

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In a bold new novel, New York Times bestselling author Diana Gabaldon weaves a dazzling tale of history, intrigue, and suspense-and brings back one of her most beloved characters from the Outlander novels: Lord John Grey. The year is 1757. On a clear morning in mid-June, Lord John emerges from London's Beefsteak Club, his mind in turmoil. A nobleman and a high-ranking officer in His Majesty's army, Grey has just witnessed something shocking. But his efforts to avoid a scandal that might destroy his family are interrupted by something still more urgent: The Crown appoints him to investigate the brutal murder of a comrade-in-arms who may have been a traitor. Obliged to pursue two inquiries at once, Major Grey finds himself ensnared in a web of treachery and betrayal that touches every stratum of English society-and threatens all he holds dear. From the bawdy houses of London's night world to the stately drawing rooms of the nobility, Lord John pursues the elusive trails of a vanishing footman and a woman in green velvet, who may hold the key to everything-or nothing.

Author Biography

Diana Gabaldon is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the wildly popular Outlander novels—Outlander, Dragonfly in Amber, Voyager, Drums of Autumn, The Fiery Cross, A Breath of Snow and Ashes (for which she won a Quill Award and the Corine International Book Prize), An Echo in the Bone, and Written in My Own Heart's Blood—as well as a collection of Outlander fiction, Seven Stones to Stand or Fall; the related Lord John Grey books Lord John and the Private Matter, Lord John and the Brotherhood of the Blade, Lord John and the Hand of Devils, and The Scottish Prisoner; two works of nonfiction, The Outlandish Companion, Volumes 1 and 2; the Outlander graphic novel, The Exile; and The Official Outlander Coloring Book. She lives in Scottsdale, Arizona, with her husband.

Review

"[A] thoroughly entertaining and wonderfully witty historical mystery set in the richly detailed, occasionally bawdy world of Georgian England."—Booklist"Packed with vivid description and detail. Gabaldon aptly transports readers to eighteenth-century London, with all its reeking humanity and glitteringly elegant excess."—BookPage"Gabaldon's prose is crisply elegant . . . a compelling narrative that also offers a wealth of juicy details about 18th-century London."—Publishers Weekly"Gabaldon takes readers for a walk on the wild side . . . A compelling and unique period mystery for the author's legion of fans."—Kirkus Reviews

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Praise for Diana Gabaldon: "Diana Gabaldon is a born storyteller. . . . The pages practically turn themselves." -- Arizona Republic "Riveting . . . Gabaldon has a storyteller's voice." -- The Globe and Mail "Triumphant . . . Her use of historical detail and a truly adult love story confirm Gabaldon as a superior writer." -- Publishers Weekly From the Hardcover edition.

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Chapter One When First We Practice to Deceive London, June 1757 The Society for the Appreciation of the English Beefsteak, a Gentlemen''s Club It was the sort of thing one hopes momentarily that one has not really seen--because life would be so much more convenient if one hadn''t. The thing was scarcely shocking in itself; Lord John Grey had seen worse, could see worse now, merely by stepping out of the Beefsteak into the street. The flower girl who''d sold him a bunch of violets on his way into the club had had a half-healed gash on the back of her hand, crusted and oozing. The doorman, a veteran of the Americas, had a livid tomahawk scar that ran from hairline to jaw, bisecting the socket of a blinded eye. By contrast, the sore on the Honorable Joseph Trevelyan''s privy member was quite small. Almost discreet. "Not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a door," Grey muttered to himself. "But it will suffice. Damn it." He emerged from behind the Chinese screen, lifting the violets to his nose. Their sweetness was no match for the pungent scent that followed him from the piss-pots. It was early June, and the Beefsteak, like every other establishment in London, reeked of beer and asparagus-pee. Trevelyan had left the privacy of the Chinese screen before Lord John, unaware of the latter''s discovery. The Honorable Joseph stood across the dining room now, deep in conversation with Lord Hanley and Mr. Pitt, the very picture of taste and sober elegance. Shallow in the chest, Grey thought uncharitably--though the suit of puce superfine was beautifully tailored to flatter the man''s slenderness. Spindle-shanked, too; Trevelyan shifted weight, and a shadow winked on his left leg, where the pad of the downy-calf he wore had shifted under a clocked silk stocking. Lord John turned the posy critically in his hand, as though inspecting it for wilt, watching the man from beneath lowered lashes. He knew well enough how to look without appearing to do so. He wished he were not in the habit of such surreptitious inspection--if not, he wouldn''t now be facing this dilemma. The discovery that an acquaintance suffered from the French disease would normally be grounds for nothing more than distaste at worst, disinterested sympathy at best--along with a heartfelt gratitude that one was not oneself so afflicted. Unfortunately, the Honorable Joseph Trevelyan was not merely a club acquaintance; he was betrothed to Grey''s cousin. The steward murmured something at his elbow; by reflex, he handed the posy to the man and flicked a hand in dismissal. "No, I shan''t dine yet. Colonel Quarry will be joining me." "Very good, my lord." Trevelyan had rejoined his companions at a table across the room, his narrow face flushed with laughter at some jest by Pitt. Grey couldn''t stand there glowering at the man; he hesitated, unsure whether to go across to the smoking room to wait for Quarry, or perhaps down the hall to the library. In the event, though, he was prevented by the sudden entry of Malcolm Stubbs, lieutenant of his own regiment, who hailed him with pleased surprise. "Major Grey! What brings you here, eh? Thought you was quite the fixture at White''s. Got tired of the politicals, have you?" Stubbs was aptly named, no taller than Grey himself, but roughly twice as wide, with a broad cherubic face, wide blue eyes, and a breezy manner that endeared him to his troops, if not always to his senior officers. "Hallo, Stubbs." Grey smiled, despite his inner disquiet. Stubbs was a casual friend, though their paths seldom crossed outside of regimental business. "No, you confuse me with my brother Hal. I leave the whiggery-pokery up to him." Stubbs went pink in the face, and made small snorting noises. "Whiggery-pokery! Oh, that''s ripe, Grey, very ripe. Must remember to tell it to the Old One." The Old One was Stubbs''s father, a minor baronet with distinct whiggish leanings, and likely a familiar of both White''s Club and Lord John''s brother. "So, you a member here, Grey? Or a guest, like me?" Stubbs, recovering from his attack of mirth, waved a hand round the spacious confines of the white-naped dining room, casting an admiring glance at the impressive array of decanters being arranged by the steward at a sideboard. "Member." Trevelyan was nodding cordially to the Duke of Gloucester, who returned the salutation. Christ, Trevelyan really did know everyone. With a small effort, Grey returned his attention to Stubbs. "My godfather enrolled me for the Beefsteak at my birth. Starting at the age of seven, which is when he assumed reason began, he brought me here every Wednesday for luncheon. Got out of the habit while abroad, of course, but I find myself coming back, whenever I''m in Town." The wine steward was leaning down to offer Trevelyan a decanter of port; Grey recognized the embossed gold tag at its neck--San Isidro, a hundred guineas the cask. Rich, well-connected . . . and infected. Damn, what was he going to do about this? "Your host not here yet?" He touched Stubbs''s elbow, turning him toward the door. "Come, then--let''s have a quick one in the library." They strolled down the pleasantly shabby carpet that lined the hall, chatting inconsequently. "Why the fancy-dress?" Grey asked casually, flicking at the braid on Stubbs''s shoulder. The Beefsteak wasn''t a soldier''s haunt; though a few officers of the regiment were members, they seldom wore full dress uniform here, save when on their way to some official business. Grey himself was only uniformed because he was meeting Quarry, who never wore anything else in public. "Got to do a widow''s walk later," Stubbs replied, looking resigned. "No time to go back for a change." "Oh? Who''s dead?" A widow''s walk was an official visit, paid to the family of a recently deceased member of the regiment, to offer condolences and make inquiry as to the widow''s welfare. In the case of an enlisted man, such a visit might include the handing over of a small amount of cash contributed by the man''s intimates and immediate superiors--with luck, enough to bury him decently. "Timothy O''Connell." "Really? What happened?" O''Connell was a middle-aged Irishman, surly but competent; a lifelong soldier who had risen to sergeant by dint of his ability to terrify subordinates--an ability Grey had envied as a seventeen-year-old subaltern, and still respected ten years later. "Killed in a street brawl, night before last." Grey''s brows went up at that. "Must have been set on by a mob," he said, "or taken by surprise; I''d have given long odds on O''Connell in a fight that was even halfway fair." "Didn''t hear any details; I''m meant to ask the widow." Taking a seat in one of the Beefsteak''s ancient but comfortable library wing chairs, Grey beckoned to one of the servants. "Brandy--you, too, Stubbs? Yes, two brandies, if you please. And tell someone to fetch me when Colonel Quarry comes in, will you?" "Thanks, old fellow; come round to my club and have one on me next time." Stubbs unbuckled his dress sword and handed it to the hovering servant before making himself comfortable in turn. "Met your cousin the other day, by the bye," he remarked, wriggling his substantial buttocks deeply into the chair. "Out ridin'' in the Row--handsome girl. Nice seat," he added judiciously. "Indeed. Which cousin would that be?" Grey asked, with a small sinking feeling. He had several female cousins, but only two whom Stubbs might conceivably admire, and the way this day was going . . . "The Pearsall girl," Stubbs said cheerfully, confirming Grey''s presentiment. "Olivia? That the name? I say, isn''t she engaged to that chap Trevelyan? Thought I saw him just now in the dining room." "You did," Grey said shortly, not anxious to speak about the Honorable Joseph at the moment. Once started on a conversational gambit, though, Stubbs was as difficult to deflect from his course as a twenty-pounder on a downhill slope, and Grey was obliged to hear a great deal regarding Trevelyan''s activities and social prominence--things of which he was only too well aware. "Any news from India?" he asked finally, in desperation. This gambit worked; most of London was aware that Robert Clive was snapping at the Nawab of Bengal''s heels, but Stubbs had a brother in the 46th Foot, presently besieging Calcutta with Clive, and was thus in a position to share any number of grisly details that had not yet made the pages of the newspaper. ". . . so many British prisoners packed into the space, my brother said, that when they dropped from the heat, there was no place to put the bodies; those left alive were obliged to trample on the fallen underfoot. He said"--Stubbs looked round, lowering his voice slightly--"some poor chaps had gone mad from the thirst. Drank the blood. When one of the fellows died, I mean. They''d slit the throat, the wrists, drain the body, then let it fall. Bryce said they could scarce put a name to half the dead when they pulled them out of that place, and--" "Think we''re bound there, too?" Grey interrupted, draining his glass and beckoning for another pair of drinks, in the faint hope of preserving some vestige of his appetite for luncheon. "Dunno. Maybe--though I heard a bit of gossip last week, sounded rather as though it might be the Americas." Stubbs shook his head, frowning. "Can''t say as there''s much to choos

Details ISBN0385337485 Author Diana Gabaldon Short Title LORD JOHN & THE PRIVATE MATTER Pages 336 Language English ISBN-10 0385337485 ISBN-13 9780385337489 Media Book Format Paperback DEWEY FIC Year 2004 Residence Scottsdale, AZ, US DOI 10.1604/9780385337489 Series Number 1 Subtitle A Novel Place of Publication New York Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2004-10-26 NZ Release Date 2004-10-26 US Release Date 2004-10-26 UK Release Date 2004-10-26 Publisher Bantam Doubleday Dell Publishing Group Inc Edition Description Revised edition Series Lord John Grey Publication Date 2004-10-26 Imprint Bantam Doubleday Dell Audience General We've got this

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