The Rise And Fall Of Reginald Everheart. Victoria Alexander

more like a declaration.” As if there were no need to actually ask. As if he simply assumed the answer. Preston was making this so much easier for her than she had expected.

      “Yes, I suppose it does.” He chuckled. “Well, Dulcie, what do you say?”

      “I say if you wish me to marry you, the proper thing to do would be to actually ask rather than assume.”

      “Very well then.” He sighed in the manner one does when dealing with a petulant child. “Dulcie, would you do me the very great honor—”

      “No.”

      “No?” His brows drew together. “What do you mean no? I haven’t asked you anything yet.”

      “I thought I would save you any embarrassment you might feel at being turned down by saying no before you actually asked the question.”

      He stared at her in confusion. “I don’t understand.”

      “Of course you do, Preston.” She resisted the urge to roll her eyes toward the ceiling. “It’s really quite simple. You wish to marry me but I do not wish to marry you.”

      “Come now.” He scoffed. “Of course you do. I am eminently eligible. My family is well respected, my fortune is more than adequate and any number of women find me most attractive. I am considered quite a catch.”

      “And indeed you are. Why, anyone can see that. However—” she shrugged “—you are not the catch for me.”

      “Why on earth not?” His frown deepened with indignation. “We are quite suitably matched. Your mother likes me.”

      Not a point in his favor.

      “And your father has given me his permission.”

      She would have to have a word with Father about that.

      “I should think you’d be grateful.”

      She narrowed her eyes. “Grateful?”

      “Without question. While you’re quite pretty, you do have a shocking tendency to say whatever is on your mind without regard to how it might sound.” He shook his head. “I know your mother finds it distressing, as do I. However, I am certain, once you are wed to a husband who will not tolerate such nonsense, you can overcome that particular flaw in your character. In addition, you have an unbecoming bent toward independence. Proper ladies paint only for their own edification and not for commercial purposes. I cannot believe your father allows such a thing. I would not.”

      Was Preston really this much of an idiot? Did he truly not realize he was not helping his case?

      “Aside from everything else, there is the matter of your age.”

      Apparently not. “My age?”

      “You have past your twenty-third year and are no longer in the first blush of youth.” He shook his head in a chastising manner. “Potential matches at your age are few and far between. Coupled with your other flaws, I might very well be your last opportunity.”

      She widened your eyes in feigned dismay. “Do you really think so?”

      He shrugged.

      “Goodness, Preston, with all my flaws, I don’t understand why you are willing to marry me.”

      “I think you have a great deal of potential, Dulcie,” he said firmly. “Indeed I believe with a bit of effort on your part you will make an excellent wife.”

      “How kind of you to think so.” It was all she could do to keep her expression serene given she wasn’t sure if she wished to slap his face or laugh in it.

      “Besides, your family is socially prominent and your father is an influential voice at the Explorers Club. It would be most beneficial for my future to be related to him.”

      “In terms of support for an expedition you mean?” Although she would wager all of Father’s fortune that Preston would never venture far from civilization.

      Preston paused. “Or whatever else might arise.”

      “I see.”

      “Furthermore, I am under a great deal of pressure from my family to wed.” Preston’s brow furrowed. “My father believes it will be of benefit to my nature. Settle me down as it were.”

      “Really?” She arched a brow. “I can’t imagine anyone more settled than you.”

      “My sentiments exactly.” He shook his head in disbelief. “But Father does hold the financial purse strings and he wants me to marry. And I can think of no one I would rather marry than you.”

      “In spite of my flaws?”

      He cast her a condescending smile. “We shall take care of those soon enough. So, what’s it to be, Dulcie? Will you marry me?”

      “No, Preston, I’m afraid not.”

      “This is becoming bothersome.” He heaved an annoyed sigh. “Did you wish for something more romantic? I could kneel if you want.”

      “Please, do us both the great favor of not kneeling.” She studied him. “Obviously, you are not in love with me.”

      “I am quite fond of you,” he said staunchly. “But I am a practical man and marriage is a practical matter.”

      “Not to me.”

      “You need this marriage every bit as much as I do.” He paused in a meaningful manner. “I hesitate to mention this.”

      “Oh no, Preston, please continue.”

      “It is becoming common knowledge that you did not receive an invitation to Lady Scarsdale’s ball. You know as well as I that that omission signals to society that you are no longer considered as marriageable as you once were.”

      “And less than a month ago I was quite marriageable,” she murmured.

      He ignored her. “I am willing to overlook that significant social condemnation. Most men won’t. This marriage will be of benefit to us both.”

      “And yet my answer is still no.”

      “If you are trying to be coy—”

      “I am trying to be honest.”

      “I warn you, Dulcie, I have asked three times already. I will not ask again.”