CHAPTER THREEThe guests at the dinner party that night were all neighbours whom the Duke had known for years.
They were very delighted, as they always were, to be invited to the Castle.
He talked to two of the ladies who told him long stories of how many salmon they had caught on various local rivers.
The men talked mostly of their particular piece of moorland and whether the grouse season would be good or bad this year.
The young people were talking noisily at the other end of the room and he hardly gave them a glance.
He was still feeling uneasy, as he dressed in his kilt, that he must do something for the Clan, even if it meant finally giving up his freedom.
Yet every instinct in his body revolted against the idea of marrying a woman just because she had money.
When Rory announce
