The Duke was watching her carefully. Waiting, she realized. She swallowed, then slowly, carefully said, “If John doesn’t accept the peerage title, I will stand by him. As his wife, Mrs. Lorne, the Marchioness of Argyll.” The Duke’s brows popped up. “You are willing to upset the queen?” Louise nearly laughed. “Mama and I have disagreed plenty, but there is one promise I must have faith in. She told me she wanted me to be happy. And if my husband is happy, then I shall be happy.”
