Well? inquired Jane. What do think?I think, he said deliberately, that if you have dragged me out to this inhospitable corner of the earth on nothing more than a bout of romantic whimsy, I shall be entirely unamused.My dear lord Vaughn, I never matchmake. Jane smiled to herself as though at a private memory. Well, very rarely.Vaughn arranged his eyebrows in their most forbidding position, the one that had sent a generation of valets scurrying for cover. Don't think to number me among your exceptions.I wouldn't dare.From the woman who had invaded Bonaparte's bedchamber to leave him a posy of pink carnations, that pledge was singularly unconvincing. I believe there are very few things you wouldn't dare.