His words made her lift her chin a little higher and he knew that he had reawakened her pride and now she was in control of her emotions.
“You must rest,” he said, “you have a long day ahead of you tomorrow and I would not have you overtired.”
He had relinquished her hand, but now Camilla clutched at his arm.
“I cannot –” she stammered. “Whatever – you may think – of me, I cannot – sleep in this room tonight.”
“No, of course not,” he said soothingly. “I suggest that you move into my bedroom. I will bolt and bar the window and I will sit outside the door. If anything untoward happens and I assure you that it is the most unlikely thing in the world, then you have but to cry out. My pistol will be in my hand, there will be no delay and, I assure you, no danger to yourself.”
“But you also
