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“I am not a fool!” Peter responded. He paused and then he said, “I love Mary-Lou, Carola, and I would marry her if she had not a penny to her name. She wants to live in England and she is longing to see Greton House.” “Then she will not be going back to America on Tuesday?” Carola asked. Peter gave a short laugh. “I have not had time to think of anything for the moment, except telling Mary-Lou that I love her. We will sort out everything else when we are alone and after I have talked it over with Alexander.” “Yes, of course,” Carola agreed. Peter went back to Mary-Lou’s side as if he could not bear to be apart from her. The Marquis sent for champagne so that they could all toast the future bride and bridegroom. Carola was also aware that he was still enlightening Alton Westwood wi