“I agree with you,” the other said, “and Harry has said the same thing. As soon as this damned Wedding is over we will go back to London and I assure you that it will be a long time before I come North again!”
Listening, Sona realised that both of them were men who had married McCarrons.
Neither of them were wearing kilts and they looked very slim and smart in their evening clothes with their white shirts and intricately tied cravats.
She found herself wondering what the Marquis would look like if he was not in Highland dress and she was certain that there would be an elegance about him that would make him outstanding even in Buckingham Palace.
She had walked to the furthermost end of the room and, because she did not wish to be noticed, she sat down in an armchair that had its back to
