“I cannot be certain, but do you have an aversion to the possibility of Matthew and Daughters?” When the scandal sheets reported the events of that afternoon, it was not the blindfolded marchioness that dominated the headlines. Indeed, it was the deeply in love marquess, who, in a fit of unbridled adoration, eschewed propriety and kissed his wife in broad daylight, in the doorway of a new bookshop in front of all St. James. All that before he lifted her in his arms, carried her over the threshold, and slammed the door with one great black boot.
