She stood in stony silence as Richard spoke: “Very well, go chase your nymph all over London if you wish. But only if you meet Denys right now. I shall fetch her and then you must bestow your … procedures upon her.”
“So be it. I shall wait right here.”
She knew that voice. By God, "tis him!
By God, "tis him!Denys let the door close with a whoosh of musty chapel air. But she stood rooted to the spot. Something held her skirts. She turned back to see what impeded her. Oh, God"s foot! The chapel door caught her skirts! It was too late. Even Richard would notice a lady"s skirts caught in a door. No sooner did she shove at the door than it swung wide open, and there he stood.
“I … came to pray, Richard. I am sorry, I did not realize you were here.” She kept her tone crisp and detached, tryi
