“I hope I will never have to, Mr. Durham, but there may be other ogres and, if there are, what shall I do?”
She was really talking to herself as, if she refused to marry the Duke, her father would doubtless find another suitor and claim that he still knew what was best for her.
“There cannot be so many ogres prowling about,” the Duke grinned.
Oleta forced a little laugh.
“I hope not, but I am very frightened, not only of highwaymen and thieves but also of ogres.”
“I shall obviously have to eliminate them one way or another,” the Duke said, “but I suggest we get a night’s sleep first or I may not be able to aim straight!”
He did not wait for her reply, but set off again.
Fortunately they could see their way clearly in the moonlight and the horses therefore could move faster than Olet
