Chapter 32
They were silent as the hackney carriage conveyed them the short distance to Cavendish Square. Caro reflected that this was inevitable. When one had so much to say, sometimes the only course was to say nothing at all.
But given what had passed over the last twelve hours, and the way Henry was looking at her, he knew. She felt certain that he knew.
All too soon, they reached the Astley town house. So this was it. Caro attempted a smile, only to feel her face crumple. Oh, but this was not what she wanted. She didn’t want him to remember her like this, red-faced and pathetic, with her nose running like a spigot. “I’m sorry,” she said, struggling to control her shaking voice. “I didn’t want to cry. But thank you, Henry.” She could hear the sincerity in her voice, even as it broke
