The Double Wager

Good night, your Grace.”

He turned. “Henry, are you going to be your-Graceing me for the next fifty years?” he asked in a pained voice.

“No, your Grace.”

“My name is Marius,” he said.

“Yes, your Grace.

have no intention of losing this wager, Denning,” he said, “but even if I did, how can I give what is not mine to give? Mrs. Broughton is her own person, dear boy. She clearly has a mind of her own.