“I can only apologise all round,” Lord Kenyon said, “and perhaps it would be a good idea for you to come back to London and talk it over with your aunt.”
“I can see exactly what you are trying to do,” the Marquis exclaimed, “and that is to inveigle me away from Lucille. In the time-honoured phrase, you think we will forget each other.”
He rose from the table as he continued,
“My answer is an unqualified ‘no!’ I am not going to leave Lucille to be snapped up by some other man and I am going to marry her just as soon as she will accept me.”
As he finished speaking, the Marquis walked out of the dining room leaving his uncle staring after him in astonishment.
Outside the room the Marquis hurried down the corridor and on reaching the hall he climbed the stairs towards his own bedroom.
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