Before you leave,” his aunt said, “answer one question for me. If Lady Celia weren’t the daughter of marquess-if she were some young woman you’d met at an assembly, the daughter of a baker or a tailor-would you hesitate to marry her?”
“No,” he said, not even having to consider his answer. “If I could have her, I’d want for nothing else.”
She seized his hand and squeezed it. “Then do whatever you must to secure her. Because if you don’t make the attempt, you’ll regret it the rest of your life.

Author: Sabrina Jeffries