“Poor Drue! Caught at last!” they would cry.
It would be a magnificent jest to recount how he had been ensnared into marriage when he was least expecting it, and not by one of the Socialites who had angled for him in the past, but by an unknown Scots wench no one had even heard of.
‘The only thing I can do is to behave with dignity,’ the Duke thought.
He felt somewhat ashamed that he had let his temper get the better of him when he had raged at Jabina.
But she had needled him once too often by telling him what he knew already – that he was dull and the description of his being ‘stuck-in-the-mud’ was the last straw!
“You are in a rut! Your life is monotonous! You will become a bore!”
How often had Freddie and his other friends repeated those warnings!
And now he had been told it agai
