“How can you be so kind and how can I ever thank you enough, Your Grace?”
“Really, I am thinking of us both,” he answered. “They have been nagging at me ever since I came home. Quite frankly I am sick to death of being told who I should marry and why I should do so. If I had any pride left, I would run away to America and make my fortune there as others have done.”
Even as he thought of America, a picture of Mary-Lee formed in his mind.
He was sure that his cousin would now be singing his praises to her and making it quite clear that she must marry him.
‘She has no wish to marry me and I have no wish to marry her,’ he told himself firmly.
They walked in silence until they were out of the Duke’s ground and onto the MacFallin’s.
“I am not coming any further,” the Duke said, “just in ca
