“I will tell you what we’ll do, Firefly,” the Marquis said, as they rode on, “we’ll give tonight one more chance. Then we’ll be brave enough to admit defeat and go home. As long as we do not have Aunt Matilda to make a choice of my future wife, I daresay one of those pushed on me by the rest of the family might be acceptable.”
Firefly broke into a quick trot.
He was showing in his own way he wanted to hurry home.
The Marquis wondered again if he was missing any amusing and exciting events in London.
The beauties of the Beau Monde were surely more alluring than Flo and he laughed as he thought that she had really tried to join him in his room at that hotel – she had expected that he would accept her blandishments as he had accepted those extended by the Countess.
Then he told himself
