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idea how she looks or acts," Lady Ravenscar replied, "but I am sure that Rachel and I can clean her up. If she's a complete embarrassment... well, I am sure she will be happy living in Derbyshire with her father putting Darkwater in order. Honestly, Devin, don't you realize that everyone who is anyone in this country knows that you are steeped in sin? It pains me as a mother to have to say this, but no self-respecting Englishwoman would be willing to marry you."
    Devin made no reply. He knew as well as his mother that her words were true. Since adulthood, he had a led a life that had scandalized most of the people of his social class. There were several hostesses who would not receive him, and the majority of the others did so only because he was, after all, an earl. Fortunately, he had no desire to mingle with most of the peerage and their disapproval left him unmoved. He had also years ago accepted the fact that his mother shared Society's opinion of him—and his father had considered him blacker of soul than everyone else did.
    "I don't know why you should worry about the American's social blunders, anyway," his mother plowed on. "I am the one whose standing could be ruined by a rustic daughter-in-law."
    "Let me remind you that I am the one who would be legally bound to her. I can see her now—too homely to catch a husband back home, even with, all her money, wearing clothes ten years out of date, and not an interesting bit of conversation in her head."
    "Really, Devin, I am sure you are exaggerating."
    "Am I? Why, then, did they come to England for a husband? To find someone with a crumbling estate and a vanished fortune, desperate enough to marry anyone with money! Really, Mother, that is the outside of enough. I won't do it. I'd find some way to get along. I always have."
    "Gambling?" his mother retorted. "Pawning your watch and your grandfather's diamond studs? Oh, yes, I know how you've scraped by the last few months. You have sold everything that isn't encumbered and has any value. We've laid off half the staff at Darkwater. You have lived a ruinous, licentious, extravagant lifestyle, Devin, and this is the consequence."
    Devin turned toward his sister, who had held her silence through most of the conversation. “Is this what you want for me, Rachel? To marry some chit I've never laid eyes on? To have the same sort of happy marriage you do?"
    His sister stiffened, tears springing into her eyes. "That is cruel and unfair! All I want is your happiness. But how happy are you going to be when you have to give up this house and live in some one-room flat? You know how much money you spend, Devin. I dare swear it's far more than what Strong sends you from the estate, and that is only going to get smaller and smaller. You have to put some of that money back in to your lands if you want to keep them profitable, and neither you nor Father ever did that. I know that when Papa cut you off you scraped by on your card-playing skills and the money Michael and Richard gave you. But you won't want to do that the rest of your life."
    He looked away from her, his silence an assent. Finally he said, "I am sorry, Rachel. I shouldn't have said that." He glanced at her, and a faint smile warmed his face. "I have a damnable headache, and it goads me into sarcasm. I know you sacrificed your happiness for the sake of the family."
    "What nonsense," Lady Ravenscar put in exasperatedly. "Rachel is one of the most envied women in London. She has an exquisite house, a lovely wardrobe and a most generous allowance. A large number of woman would be quite happy to have made that sort of 'sacrifice.'"
    Devin and Rachel glanced at each other, and amusement glinted in their eyes. Happiness for Lady Ravenscar would indeed consist of just such things.
    "As for you, Devin, I am not asking you to offer for the girl. I merely ask that you consider the proposition. I am having a dinner tonight at my home, and I have invited her to come. The least you can