“Just that.”
She laughed—a disagreeable little laugh like a douche of cold water.
“You’re rather late in the field, aren’t you?”
“You mean that Blaise Tormarin wants her?”
“Of course I do. It’s evident enough, isn’t it?”
Burke pulled at his pipe reflectively.
“I should have thought he’d had a sickener with Nesta Freyne.”
“So he had. But not in the way you mean. He never—loved—Nesta.”
“Then why on earth did he ask her to marry him?”
“Good heavens, Geoffrey! You’re a man—and you ask me that! There are heaps of men who ask women to marry them on the strength of a temporary infatuation, and then regret it ever after. Luckily for Blaise, Nesta saved him the ‘ever after’ part. But”—eyeing him significantly—“Blaise’s feeling for Jean isn’t of the ‘temporary’ type. Of that I’m sure.”