"There's only one thing I really want to know," said Rona. "Were you the man in the dressing room at Ginette's, the man who bought Emilia that red dress."
"Yes. But I promise you that the bill went straight back to London, to be paid by my employers."
She smiled.
"That's all right then."
He looked at her anxiously. "You will marry me, won't you? I neglected to ask you."
"Don't be silly," she laughed. "Of course I'll marry you. But my darling, I'm afraid I won't have a dowry to bring you. My father will be so angry that he'll cut me off without a penny."
"Good. Then you'll know I'm not a fortune hunter."
"I've been thinking about how we should live after the wedding – yes, I even thought of that before you asked me. Wasn't that scandalous of me?"
"Shameless!" he said, smiling tender
