Devil's Cub

by Georgette Heyer

‘You’re very anxious to get her in your power again, Vidal. But I don’t quite know why you should be, for you meant to marry her only because you had ruined her, and so were obliged to, didn’t you?’ She thought that he was not going to answer, but suddenly he raised his eyes from the contemplation of the dregs of his wine. ‘Because I am obliged to?’ he said. ‘I mean to marry Mary Challoner because I’m devilish sure I can’t live without her.’

She’s used to my way of travel, Juliana; she’ll whisk your Frederick to Dijon in a manner highly discomposing to his dignity.’ ‘It is possible,’ said Miss Marling stiffly, ‘that Frederick and not Mary will have the ordering of the journey.’ Vidal chuckled. ‘Not if I know my Mary,’ he replied.