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‘I have told you that I am six-and-twenty,’ snapped Miss Rochdale. ‘It is in the highest degree unlikely that I shall ever be betrothed!’
‘Oh, I’ve been rusticated!’ Nicky explained. ‘I was on my way home when –’ ‘Why?’ interrupted Carlyon. ‘Well, it is nothing very bad, Ned. You see, there was a performing bear.’ ‘Oh!’ said Carlyon. ‘I see.’
I have not the smallest desire to be married to your odious cousin!’ ‘No, but I dare say he may be dead by now,’ said Nicky encouraging.
‘My lord, did you indeed marry me to that man?’ she demanded. ‘Certainly not: I am not in orders. You were married by the vicar of the parish.’
‘You have a reasonable answer for everything, my lord. It is what one particularly dislikes in you!
Francis turned a shocked gaze upon him. ‘Come out of my room before I had been shaved?’ he said. ‘Dear boy, are you mad?’