‘You are contemplating a mésalliance.’ Miss Marling stiffened in every line of her small figure. ‘It’s no such thing! He may not be a brilliant match, or have a title, but all the men I have met who are brilliant matches are just like you, and would make the most horrid husbands.’ ‘You may as well let me know the worst,’ said my lord. ‘If you think it would annoy Aunt Fanny, I’ll do what I can for you.’ She clasped both hands on his arm. ‘Dear, dear Dominic! I knew you would!
