Chapter Thirty-Two
“What is it you want forgiveness for?” she asked with a slight tilt of her head.
He gave a dry laugh. “It is true, there are quite a few things for which I need to ask for your forgiveness.” He took a deep breath. “Please forgive me for leaving you at the panorama to deal with those horrid people. Then to make your own way home—”
“Your coachman was there and kindly saw me home,” she interrupted.
Christopher nodded. “But it should have been me.”
She didn’t disagree.
“Forgive me for not seeing that you’d gotten home safely. For not coming to see that you were all right when I knew you’d been nearly as affected by the paintings in the panorama as I. Forgive me for not answering my door when you did the bravest thing and came to see me to ensure I was all right. Forgiv
