‘Thank you for the service you rendered me last night, sir,’ she murmured. ‘Naturally we must pretend to have been introduced.’
‘Call me your rescuer incognito, but let me say you were very brave, Miss …?’ He ended on an enquiring note and she supplied him with her name, before Peregrine suggested, ‘But we have met, Miss Rosington. Do you not recall the terrible snowstorm from which I plucked you and your aunt when your carriage axle broke? Why, you’d have frozen to death had I not been able to provide you with the sanctuary of my equipage.’
Instantly she caught on. ‘It seems you are always on hand to render me assistance, sir. And indeed it was a fine tavern to which you conveyed us while the wheelwright was called. The innkeeper’s daughter brought the lightest madeleines I’ve ever tast
