Chapter FOURThe Marquis stood at the front door watching the Earl and his two companions ride away under the oak trees.
Only long years of exerting control over his feelings prevented him at the last moment from striking the Earl and wiping the smile of satisfaction and derision from his face.
When they had left the Chapel, the Earl had said in the same sneering voice that he had used before,
“I presume, Broome, you are not hospitable enough to offer us a glass of champagne to drink on this auspicious occasion?”
The Marquis had not replied.
He had walked away from Cara’s side the moment they were married and strode ahead along the passage that led from the Chapel back to the hall.
When they reached it, he did not speak but merely stood looking at the Earl in a manner that told him in
