CHAPTER THREEThe Duke did not answer.
He was fighting for control of his temper.
Never in the whole of his life had he felt more like hitting somebody or swearing profanely.
He could hardly believe it was true that he, who had firmly made up his mind not to marry, should suddenly find himself in the position of being married to a girl of whom he had little knowledge and whom he found extremely irritating.
A surge of impotent fury made everything round him seem red and he had an almost irresistible impulse to take Jabina by the shoulders and shake her until her teeth rattled.
Then the cold logical part of his brain that had always controlled all he did, told him that this would achieve nothing.
What had happened could for the moment at any rate not be changed and, although he felt tha
