“That was much more sensible than letting them know too much.”
“I am only hoping,” Celita said, “that all the other ladies who have loved you and whom you have abandoned, don’t wish to kill me too! Otherwise I shall have to employ a bodyguard.”
“That will be me!” the Duc declared. “I have no intention of ever letting you out of my sight for a moment. So how soon will you marry me?”
He sat down at the table as he made the last remark.
Celita thought that it was not the usual place for a proposal of marriage.
But then everything about the Duc was different from the ordinary.
“I am not being romantic,” he went on, “I am being practical. I am certainly not going to wait while his Lordship arranges this pageant on which he has set his heart, with people throwing rose petals all the way fr
