thundered Robert, Margaret’s elder son. “It’s unthinkable. You cannot possibly be considering such a thing.” “Robert,” Margaret replied, “I have done more than merely consider it. I have accepted Mr Oliver’s proposal of marriage. We have a contract.” “I forbid it.” “Robert, you may be Lord Westbrook, but I am still your mother. You cannot forbid me to do anything.” “But, Mother, surely you can see how ridiculous this is. I fully understand if you wish to get married again. However, there must be dozens more suitable men out there. An elderly wealthy widower like Colonel Huffington, for example.” “Stop it. Do not dictate what I should do, and do not try to matchmake for me. I didn’t ask you here for your permission.” “The man’s only twenty-six years old for god’s sake. And a scientist.” Jasper, Margaret’s younger son, lounged on the sofa watching the exchange between Robert and his mother.
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