QUOTE : I’m Edward Clark. Born Edward Delacey. Now, apparently, Viscount Claridge.” He shut his eyes. “You can address me by my preferred title: 'you idiot'.”<br /><br />Marshall’s eyes were narrowing on this. “What have you done to my daughter, you idiot?”<br /><br />“To my great regret, I…” Edward’s hands were clammy. “It’s…” God, it would be better if lightning could just strike him now. “I can’t—that is, I seem to have married your daughter.”<br /><br />Marshall looked about the yard, as if searching for Free. When he didn’t find her, he turned back to Edward.<br /><br />“You regret marrying my daughter.” His voice sounded calm, if one could call the cold, black embers after a fire had burnt out calm.<br /><br />“No,” Edward said. “Never that. She regrets marrying me.