He paused to add,
“With, of course, the news that you are to marry the Duke.”
“I think you are crazy, Papa,” Marcia murmured. “Yet at the same time perhaps it would be wise for me to avoid the approaches of George, if he does speak to me again. It will undoubtedly cause a great deal of gossip if he does not.”
“That is the only sensible thing you have said tonight,” the Earl growled.
“I will think of a few more on our way to France, but let me make it quite clear, Papa, I have no intention of being married off to some French Duke who will be more interested in my Family Tree than in me as an individual.”
The Earl would have argued, but she went on,
“He would prefer to spend his time enjoying himself with the courtesans of Paris while I sit in the country amongst the turnips.”
The Ear
