He gave a short laugh. “I do not care what you think of me, Miss Cartwell. But I am concerned by those who think they can trample over my wishes.” Oh, how I had to bite my tongue. What did he know of trampled wishes? “It is the earl and countess’s decision, not mine,” I said, forcing my voice to remain even. Lord Beauford’s jaw tightened. “And I will do everything in my power to convince Lord Englefield that they made the wrong one.”