“No, ma’am, I do not,” Vidal said. “I mean that there are certain difficulties attendant upon the marriage of English Protestants in France.”
“Oh!” said Miss Challoner hopefully.
“The obvious course is to visit the Embassy,” said my lord, “but since the Ambassador is related to me and I know personally at least three of the Secretaries, the Embassy is the last place I shall visit.”
“If,” said Miss Challoner, “you feel so much aversion from displaying me to your numerous friends, sir, I wonder that you still persist in this determination to wed me,”
“And if,” said the Marquis with some asperity, “you would put yourself to the trouble of employing the brain I imagine you must possess, you might possibly perceive that my reluctance to display you to my numerous friends arises from motives of the most disinterested chivalry.”
“Indeed?” Miss Challoner said, unabashed. “Well, I could scarce be expected to think that, could I?”
“Oho!” said his lordship. “So you’ve claws, have you?” Miss Challoner said nothing. “To put it plainly, Miss Challoner, the Ambassador, my esteemed cousin, and his Secretaries, my unregenerate friends, have not infrequently visited my hôtel when a lady was there to act as hostess. They would not consider the presence of a lady under my roof worthy of comment. But were I to walk into the Embassy with a request to be married at once to a lady, living already under my protection, I should cause, not comment, but something in the nature of an uproar. Within a week, my dear, it would be all over town that you’d run off with me, and trapped me into wedding you.”
“Oh!” said Miss Challoner, flushing.
“Precisely, my love,” said his lordship sardonically. “So since the reason for our marriage is to stop any breath of scandal attaching to your fair name, we shall be wed as quietly as I can contrive. After which, I can easily make it appear that I met you, very properly, in Paris, where you were sojourning with friends, and married you, most romantically, out of hand.”
“I see,” said Miss Challoner. “And how do you propose to achieve all this, my lord?”