“Yes. You see, I think you should marry Arabella.”
The glass fell from benumbed fingers, and I stared aghast as the ruby stain spread, leaping to my feet before the wine could drip onto my inexpressibles. As I dabbed at the spill with my napkin, I shook my head and smiled sheepishly. “I do beg your pardon, Aunt. I must have misheard you.”
“Not at all, Ashton. Your marrying Arabella would be the ideal solution to this situation.”
“For whom?”
“Why…why, for the both of you. Arabella will be much happier once she is wed and has other things to take her mind from Arthur, and you must needs get a wife to insure that Fayerweather and Laytham Hall stay within the family.”
“But there is no love between us.” She of all people knew what a loveless marriage was like.
“Surely you didn’t expect to marry for any reason but expediency?”