“It is to him!” was the answer. “It has taken him nearly five years to make his son see sense and now, as he said to me yesterday, Napier has only capitulated because he is almost on his deathbed!”
“He sounds a somewhat reluctant bridegroom,” Colonel McCarron remarked.
“Of course he is and who shall blame him?” was the answer.
Sona was hoping that more would be said, but at that moment the door in the Chieftain's Room opened and a man came in who she knew instinctively was the Marquis.
Never had she imagined anybody could look so handsome, so Regal, so overpowering and at the same time so disagreeable.
The Marquis was dark and, if his hair was as black as a crow’s wing, so were his eyes.
He was scowling and his mouth was set in a hard line. Although his lips smiled when he greeted th
