Sublime

Beatrix sighed and watched as the macaque was carried away in his crate. “I wish I had a monkey of my own,” she said wistfully. Miss Marks gave Poppy a long-suffering glance. “One might wish she were as eager to acquire a husband.”

“Well then, I have a question for you. Lady Helen insists that in taking you for a husband, she is not marrying down. Do you agree?” Rhys glanced at Helen, his eyes warm. “No,” he said. “Every man marries above himself.”