“Dominic,” he corrected.
“No, my lord,” repeated Miss Challoner steadily.
“Mary,” said his lordship, “may I proffer a piece of good advice?” She looked inquiring. “Do not be for ever arguing with me,” said the Marquis. “It will be very much better for you to refrain. My intentions are admirable, but I seldom act up to them, and I should not like to lose my temper with you again.”
“But, indeed, my lord, I cannot — ”
“Dear Mary,” said his lordship, “hold your tongue!”
“Very well, sir,” replied Miss Challoner obediently.
“First,” Vidal said, “I must ask you to keep within doors while we remain in Dieppe. I don’t want a chance traveller to see you here.”
Miss Challoner wrinkled her brow thoughtfully. “I will do as you wish, of course, but I do not think I number among my acquaintance anyone likely to be visiting France at this season.”
“Possibly not,” answered the Marquis. “But I number many. Second, I much regret that it will not be possible for me to marry you immediately we arrive in Paris.”
“Do you mean, sir, that you have, upon reflection, perceived the wisdom of my plans?”