“Then he can never have truly cared for her!” the Marquis found himself almost shouting.
Ethel backed away from him. “I just despair of you, Dermot, I really do! Thank Goodness Mortimer is taking some time off this week. I must start putting my trousseau together.”
“Yes, why don’t you do that?” the Marquis said. “It is a more appropriate activity for you than forever spending your time clinging to the arm of someone you are no longer engaged to.”
“You are a fine one to be lecturing me about my behaviour!” Ethel retorted, her cheeks turning pink under her pale make-up. “Have you forgotten about Letitia?”
“No, I haven’t,” the Marquis retorted, really angry now. “And I don’t care who knows about her! That whole business was all my doing and I take full responsibility for it”
He was not g
