“Of course it will,” Mena answered, “if you are – quite certain that you should not – marry somebody of more importance.”
“I am going to marry you,” Lindon said, “and as quickly as possible. I am only afraid that your mother will take you away with her to Devonshire, although I am sure that William will not want anybody else with them on their honeymoon.”
He saw the light in Mena’s eyes and added,
“And we want to be alone on ours. What I am planning, my precious, is that we go first to my house where nobody will disturb us.”
“Can we – do that – can we – really do that?” Mena asked.
“We are going to do it,” Lindon replied firmly, “and as I intend to take a chef from The Castle the food will be very much better than you had the other night.”
“But it was ambrosia – and the nectar of th
