“That is all very well,” Sir Hubert complained, “but she is bound to be critical of the men who wish to marry her.”
“And a good thing too!” the Marquis said. “Some of these young hobbledehoys have no more brains than an earthworm and I certainly would not trust them with my money!”
Even as he spoke, he knew he had made a mistake.
There was a frown on his friend’s forehead as once again he was thinking of the fortune-hunters that might circle her.
It was then, as they looked at each other, that the same thought struck both men.
“Wellington was very pleased with Harry,” the Marquis said after a pregnant silence. “He told me that, if he had remained in the Army, he would eventually make an exceptionally fine General.”
“But you told me he insisted upon resigning,” Sir Hubert replied.
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