“I am beginning to doubt that completely. In fact I know how the women I meet in London will only say ‘yes’ to the highest title available. I myself am teased by being called ‘the never never Peer’.”
“Why do they say that?”
“Because I am the heir presumptive to my uncle, who is an Earl. I expect your brother will remember him – and as he is only sixty-five he is not thinking of dying yet.”
“You could hardly expect your poor uncle to die,” laughed Rania, “just because you want to get married.”
“No, of course not. I was only joking.”
“At the same time it would be a splendid idea for you to announce your engagement first. Could you do it with someone who would allow you to break it off in two or three month’s time? Then the girl who has treated you so badly will receive her just deserts.
