She glared at him out of the corner of her eye. He looked nervous.
As well he should.
“Er—excellent,” he began awkwardly. “Well. Four years ago, I sent you a letter. I sent you four letters, actually. Did you, um—”
“Did I cast them into the fire without even bothering to open them? Why, yes, yes I did.”
Behind them, his tiger, Billy, gave a low whistle.
“I see,” Lord Thetford said. “Then you are unaware of the sentiments contained therein. What I wrote was—”
“Allow me to guess,” Caro said. “Seeing me standing on that balcony was one of the worst moments of your life. It was never your intention to insult me, nor to cause me any pain. You feel wretched, you are desperately sorry, and you beg my forgiveness. And so on, and so forth. Do I have the gist of it?”
“You understand me remark
