"As he brought her back to her waiting parent he lowered his head to hers and said, "I'll call on you next week, shall I?" The hand on his arm jerked, but she kept her composure. "I beg your pardon, Your Grace?" "I intend to court you," he informed her kindly, and then added to make it perfectly clear, "and make you my wife." She swallowed. "Oh, no." He smiled. "Oh, yes."