Enchanted. Barbara Cartland

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bounder back in the kennels he had emerged from.”

      “And the end result of this peculiar partnership is that you decided to marry the Duke’s daughter.”

      “He suggested it and, as it seemed to me a sensible arrangement, I agreed.”

      Harry threw back his head and laughed.

      “Sensible!” he exclaimed. “My dear Silvanus, how can it be sensible to marry a girl you have never seen just because she can bring you some land, which, like Naboth’s vineyard, you have always coveted?”

      “And justifiably since the vineyard in question has always belonged to the Lynchester Estate,” the Duke pointed out loftily.

      “Damn it all, think of taking a wife on such terms!”

      “Why not? She is well-bred, nobody can dispute that, I am told she is a beauty and quite frankly, Harry, I think it is time I married.”

      “I have thought that for the last five years,” his friend commented. “It is time you settled down and most of all you need an heir.”

      “You might be my grandmother speaking.”

      “Your grandmother has a lot of sense, but as an old friend I must warn you that this is not the right way to go about marriage.”

      “You speak as an authority of course,” the Duke said mockingly.

      “No, but I can tell you one thing, I shall never tie myself to a woman unless I am quite certain I am fond of her and that I can stand her conversation at breakfast.”

      “There is no law to say you have to breakfast with your wife,” the Duke protested.

      “There is no law that says you have to listen to her,” Harry replied, “but it is something which is inevitable when marriage is concerned.”

      The Duke then stood with his back to the fireplace and an expression on his face told his friend that he was being obstinate.

      “It is all very well, Harry,” he said, “to carp and find fault, but you and Grandmama are united with a dozen of my other relatives in saying that I should be married.”

      “As you should,” Harry murmured.

      “But I am not a callow boy who is so likely to fall in love with a pretty face,” the Duke went on, “and I am not so half-baked as to think that a girl straight out of the schoolroom is likely to be amusing or know anything about the subjects that interest me.”

      Harry started to speak, but the Duke put out his hand to stop him.

      “Let me finish,” he said. “I have thought this out carefully. As I have no wish to have a wife who is promiscuous, I am obliged to marry somebody young. I shall hope that she is intelligent enough to make herself pleasant not only to me but to my friends and, if she has been well brought up, she will grace the end of my table and learn with few mistakes to be a good hostess.”

      “I accept all that,” Harry said, “but what about when you are alone together?”

      There was a faint smile on the Duke’s face as he replied,

      “There, I admit, you do have a point. But why should I be alone except on very rare occasions?”

      He walked across the room before he went on,

      “In the old days, as you are well aware, in a house of this size there lived not only the Duke and the Duchess or before my great-grandfather received the title, the Marquis and the Marchioness of Chester.”

      He smiled slightly as he continued,

      “There were their children, relatives, grandmothers, great-aunts, cousins, old friends, a Chaplain, Nannies, Governesses and Tutors. In fact the house was always filled with people, apart from the guests who one learns from the diaries of the time were entertained with lavish hospitality all through the year.”

      Harry laughed.

      “So that is the sort of life you are planning, that of a Paterfamilias or should I say a King in a Court of his own? I hope I shall be invited to be the Court Jester.”

      “Could you be anything else?” the Duke asked. “But seriously, Harry, you see the idea?”

      “Of course I see it and I hope your cardboard Duchess is exactly what you expect her to be, a puppet on strings that you pull and that, when you pull them, she will dance until you walk away and ignore her.”

      “Stop preaching at me,” the Duke ordered. “You know as well as I do that this has been a traditional way of living since the age of Elizabeth when the first Chester built a house here and invited the Queen to stay.”

      “Did she come?”

      “Of course and he spent an exorbitant amount of money in entertaining her.”

      “Well, you cannot invite the Queen, for who would want The Widow of Windsor? But the Prince of Wales will undoubtedly enjoy your parties and so, of course, will – Isobel.”

      There was something in the way that Harry referred to the Countess that made the Duke realise that he was asking a question.

      “Yes, and so will Isobel,” he repeated slowly, looking his friend straight in the eyes.

      “Then I can only really hope for her sake that your Duchess is half-wilted,” Harry said. “Otherwise she will be seared by Isobel’s tongue, tortured by her innuendos and undoubtedly, unless you prevent it, be reduced to tears within five minutes of Isobel entering the house.”

      “I can control Isobel,” the Duke replied, “and I shall not allow her to do anything of the sort.”

      “I wonder if you will be able to prevent her. She will be like a lioness defending her mate against all comers and your wife will hardly have a fair chance when it comes to a fight with claws.”

      “It will not come to that,” the Duke said sharply, “and anyway, I will see that everybody, including you, treats my wife with respect.”

      “I have always thought the words ‘respect’ with ‘duty’, ‘obligation’ and ‘responsibility’ are words that are of unutterable dullness. If your wife has any spirit in her she will want a great deal more than respect.”

      “Shut up, Harry!” the Duke ordered. “You are trying to make me regret that I accepted the Duke of Northallerton’s offer and tomorrow I am going to The Towers to ask his daughter formally for her hand in marriage.”

      Harry Sheldon did not answer and after a moment the Duke went on,

      “Dammit, what is the alternative? You want me to marry. I have been nagged about it for years and now you are trying to put obstacles in my way. If I don’t marry Caroline Allerton, it will be some other unfledged schoolgirl.”

      There was silence for a moment.

      Then Harry said,

      “But, of course, nobody else can offer you so much land.”

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