“It were almost worth while⁠—just for the sake of foiling him. He would so like to succeed me. But I really do not think he must.” His elbow was on his knee, his chin in his hand, and a peculiar smile on his lips. “Can you imagine him stepping into my ducal shoes, Lavinia?”

“Very easily!” she cried. “Oh, yes, yes, Tracy! Marry the girl!”

“If she will.”

“Why, ’tis not like you to underrate your persuasive powers!”

His Grace’s thin nostrils wrinkled up in a curious grimace.

“I believe one cannot force a girl to the altar,” he said.

“Unless she is a fool, she’ll have you.”

“Her parent would be influenced by my dukedom, but she, no. Not even if she knew of it.”