“You don’t trust easily, Robert.”
“Did you have a carriage waiting?”
“No, as I was part of Lady Moncrieff party. But then she disappeared. I’m sure I could have found a hackney.”
“And what if you could not? You would have found yourself in quite a dilemma. A most dangerous one.” He firmed his lips. “I won’t leave you alone in London again.”
She wished she might accept it as an admission that he cared. But it sounded damning.
“Lady Moncrieff has quite a reputation. There are many scheming, unscrupulous people inhabiting society. It will take you time in London to recognize them.”
She blinked. It seemed she’d proved a disappointment to him again.
“I’m tired Robert.” She turned away into the room. When he bowed and stepped back, she shut the door, and stumbled over to the bed trembling with anger at herself for her stupidity and him for not forgiving her mistakes. Bitter tears dampened her pillow.
