“I don’t want the whole world thinking I trapped him. Thinking he’s saddled with me for some idiotic reason. I don’t want the aristocracy in our business.” “Hang the aristocracy, Nessie,” his father said, going to her. “Easier said than done,” Agnes replied, lifting her hand to his face, stroking his cheek. “I don’t wish to marry you. I wish to love you. And that will just have to be enough.” The words crashed over him. He stilled. “What did you say?” I didn’t wish to marry you. I only wished to love you. I don’t wish for you to be saddled with me.
