Celita gave a deep sigh of relief.
Everything had turned out far better than she had dared to hope.
She knew it would be impossible now, if he was married to her mother, for Lord Waterforde to make a scene about the Duc marrying her instead of Judy.
Judy had obviously got her own way in regard to Clive.
“This is wonderful! Wonderful!’ she told herself, as they went to the study to find the two men.
The Duc’s eyes twinkled when he heard the news.
He insisted on opening a bottle of his best champagne for them to drink Lord Waterforde’s health.
“You have beaten us to the post, my Lord!” he said. “Clive and I will expect you to drink our health when we are married,”
“And please, Papa, can that be very soon?” Judy asked bravely. “We have been hearing about the beautiful house Clive is t
