“I haven’t an heir. Are you suggesting—” “Yes, exactly.” She nodded approvingly at him. “You marry me and as soon as I have a son, you can give him your title, and either retire into private life and breed dachshunds or perhaps pretend to commit suicide and go off to become anyone you like.” “Leaving you—” “Leaving me as the dowager countess of whatever your estate is called, I forget. That might be slightly better than being the Duke of Pardloe’s penurious daughter-in-law, mightn’t it?”
So where is this heading? If she covering her ass, Ben IS dead, or a complete fraud and schemer?
