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“She could be the queen!” Jemma said. “The queen! She’s that rigid. I know this is really crass, darling, and obviously you’re going to have to annul the marriage on grounds of pure insanity, but may I have an invitation to the wedding, please?”

“It helps to laugh about it,” Isidore said with a sniff.

Jemma got up and perched on the arm of Isidore’s chair. “Marriage is a great destroyer of logic, but I do think it’s a benefit to begin with a sane husband.”

“You should have seen the way he was dressed. No wig, no hair powder. No cravat! He had a lovely coat, but it was open down the front, with no waistcoat.”

“I can’t wait to see him,” Jemma said. “I’ve always thought it unkind to pay a visit to Bedlam just to laugh at the patients, but if a madman is walking among us…Truly, at this point you should probably visit a solicitor, Isidore. Beaumont’s offices are in the Inns of Court so he’s surrounded by men of that profession. He can point out a good one.”

Isidore sniffed again. “I wish my mother were alive.”

“I could lend you my mother-in-law, if you like,” Jemma offered, giving her a hug.

“Is she the one who populated your house with pictures of Judith holding Holofernes’s head?”

“Exactly! She obviously had a fractious relationship with my father-in-law and came up with creative ways to express herself. She might be just what you need to give the wedding celebration an extra little something.”

Isidore leaned her head against Jemma’s arm. “I didn’t realize how desperately hopeful I was until Cosway walked in the door.”

“Is it instantly apparent that he’s mad?”

“No. He looks like a muscled explorer, all browned by the sun, and rather wild. He has a big nose, but he looks all man, if you know what I mean.”

Jemma nodded.

“But then he turned out to be so very unmanly. The virginity, for example, is so disconcerting. I’m afraid he might tell everyone at the wedding,” she burst out.

“He wouldn’t!”

“He’s not ashamed. He says it’s the best gift he could have brought me. I’m going to be the laughingstock of all England. Isidore, the Virgin Duchess.”

“Now I think of it, Isidore, if my husband had been a virgin when we married, he wouldn’t have had a mistress.”

“One has to assume not.”

“If that were the case, we would have had a chance at a decent marriage,” Jemma pointed out.

Isidore sighed. “I certainly won’t have to fend off other women. Believe me, once the ton gets wind of his odd ideas, there’ll be no competition for his dubious charms.”

Jemma’s arm tightened around her. “I don’t know whether it would be better to initiate annulment proceedings now on the grounds of nonconsummation, or just get the marriage annulled later, on the grounds of mental instability.”

“Cosway is probably going back to Africa in any case,” Isidore said dispiritedly. “He won’t be around for the proceedings.”

“Is there a Red or a Green Nile to trace?”

“Who would know? I thought the Nile was in Egypt somewhere, but he talked of Abyssinia. I can’t say that I had much education in geography.”

“If he’s really going back to Africa,” Jemma said, “then you might want to stay married.”

“Because of the title, you mean?”

“Precisely. Let’s hope he’ll stay around long enough to create an heir, and then he can wander off for a decade or so.”

Isidore got up, walked a few nervous steps before she blurted out her darkest fear. “If he’s capable of making an heir.”

“If he’s not, then you know what you have to do. Your first duty to the title is to produce an heir, and if the duke isn’t capable, then you find a man to do the deed. That’s a fact of life.”

“Speaking of that,” Isidore said, “didn’t you move back to England precisely to give Beaumont an heir?”