“But – supposing,” Latonia said wildly, “your uncle forbids you to marry the Marquis? He can do so, as he is your Guardian.”
“It will be too late!” Toni said blithely. “I shall be married and, by the time he comes hurrying back to England, I may even be having a baby.”
“Toni!”
Latonia’s exclamation was one of shocked horror.
Toni laughed.
“Don’t be so straitlaced, my dearest. Most people have babies after they are married and Ivan will certainly want an heir.”
“I am sure you should not be – talking or – thinking like that,” Latonia murmured.
Toni laughed again.
“I am practical while you have always had your head in the clouds. You still believe that babies are found under gooseberry bushes. It’s time you woke up to reality.”
The colour rose in Latonia’s face and then she said quic
