He could only hope that what she was saying was some amusing trick she was playing on him, but there was a wary look in his eyes and his body was tense as he moved across the room from the mantelpiece to sit down on the side of the bed facing her.
“Now, what is all this about?” he asked. “Are you pulling my leg?”
“On the contrary,” Olive declared. “I have thought it out very carefully. I want to marry you, Hugo, I want to be your wife and once the unpleasantness of the divorce and the first year is over, we will be very very happy.”
“You are crazy!” the Duke exclaimed. “For one thing, you would lose your position here in England and for another it is problematical whether the French or any other Europeans, who are very snobby, will accept you.”
“They will accept you, dearest,” Olive sa
