“Rohan's a Gypsy, Amelia. They're lazy, rootless wanderers."
"You can say all that when you never lift a finger?"
"I'm not supposed to work. I'm a peer now. I earn three thousand pound just by existing."
Clearly there was no headway to be made in an argument when one's opponent was insane.
"Until this moment, I had no intention of marrying him," Amelia said. "But now I'm seriously considering the merits of having at least one rational man in the household."
"Marriage?"
Amelia almost enjoyed the look on his face. "I suppose Merripen forgot to mention that minor detail. Yes, Cam has proposed to me. And he's rich, Leo. Rich rich, which means even if you decide to go jump in the lake and drown yourself, the girls and I would be taken care of. Nice, isn't it, that someone's concerned about our future?"
"I forbid it."
She gave him a scornful glance. "Forgive me if I'm less than impressed by your authority, Leo. Perhaps you should practice on someone else.”