CHAPTER TWO“I congratulate you!” Peregrine said as they drove away.
The Marquis, intent on tooling his phaeton, smiled, which told his friend that everything had gone as he expected.
Last night when they had arrived at the Marquis’s country house in Hertfordshire, they had sat up late arguing as to whether they would be able to find the type of girl he had in mind to deceive the Earl with.
Peregrine had been insistent from the beginning that she would have to be an actress, but the Marquis had said firmly,
“If she was acting, it would soon become obvious and that is something we must avoid at all costs. He has to actually marry our fake before we expose her and make him look a fool.”
“I can see your point,” Peregrine replied reluctantly.
“What is more,” the Marquis went on, “I have n
