“At once – tonight – this very moment,” Flora cried.
The Marquis laughed.
“That is what I want to hear, my lovely one. We will not wait and our wedding will be the Vicar’s first service when he returns to the Vicarage next week.”
“Can we be – married here in this – beautiful Chapel?” Flora enquired.
“It is what I would love, but perhaps you want a grand wedding.”
“I would love a very quiet wedding with just you and Papa there.”
“And I want just my grandmother to be present,” the Marquis said, “so that is all settled!”
He kissed her again before asking her,
“Are you brave enough to come back to the party? I think it is essential that we should be seen in case there are any rumours or speculation about what has happened.”
“Yes, of course we must go back,” Flora agreed.
They walked
