It was in his opinion degrading.
It was one thing to be the ardent lover, the man who captured a woman’s heart and made her his whoever she belonged to legally, but quite another to be cuckolded and humiliated by knowing one’s wife preferred another and doubtless better man.
‘It’s scenario I could never endure,’ the Marquis said to himself.
Although he allowed himself to be pursued, captivated and fascinated by the beauty of the women who desired him, he was aware that what he felt for them was entirely physical and that some part of his mind and perhaps his soul was shocked by their permissiveness.
Occupied in these thoughts the Marquis had been riding over his own broad acres and now he was in sight of Vent Royal.
It was a beautiful house, very different from Lord Bartlett’s and in
