“Forgive me, I should have asked you first how you feel today.”
The Duke frowned.
“I will not have Yates tittle-tattling to you,” he said sharply. “I shall get up when I want to and that will doubtless be tomorrow.”
He expected Samala to look abashed or at least to feel rebuked by what he said, but instead she put out her hand and laid it on his.
“Please, please, be sensible,” she said. “There are so many things I want you to show me and, if you take a long time getting well because you got up from bed too quickly, we shall both find it very frustrating.”
The Duke looked at her in surprise.
Then, as he saw the pleading in her eyes, he realised that she was completely sincere and it flashed through his mind that she was not aware that his intention had been to leave as quickly as poss
