“Impressive, isn’t it?” he muttered, following her gaze as she noted every object. “They call that massive thing of polished silver on the center of the table an epergne, but it’s just a fancy name for a candelabra. That’s what I use it for.”
Lara bridled at his remark. “I wasn’t counting up the shillings in my head. Or calculating your marital desirability based upon it. Don’t flatter yourself.” Oh, blast! She was here to win him over, not insult him.
Fortunately, he did not take offense, the glint of amusement in his eyes quite telling. “Are you not the least bit impressed by my title or the wealth that comes with it?”
He’d been granted the earldom of Kinross by the Crown several years ago as reward for his war service. She’d always thought of him as Marcus, but now that he was Earl o
