Chapter TwoThe Marquis of Lynworth had come to Paris on an impulse.
He was a handsome and very attractive gentleman who enjoyed life enormously when he was not being pressured by his determined relatives into marriage to produce a son and heir for his Marquisate and his many possessions.
He had had an unfortunate love affair when he was a young man.
And it had made him decide that he would not marry until he needed a son in his old age.
As he was now only just a little over thirty, ‘old age’ seemed a long way off and he was in no hurry anyway.
But he was an only child.
Therefore, not only his grandparents and his mother but innumerable aunts, uncles and cousins were all insisting in one way or another that he should be married.
The more they badgered him, the more he decided that he
