Angus was even more grim than was his custom—which said something indeed—though Jacqueline was far from merry herself. They rode in a silence so complete that even the birds seemed to cease their calls as they drew near.
Jacqueline refused to be the first to speak. She folded her arms across her chest and held herself apart from Angus, not caring if she bumped along awkwardly. She was tempted to ask him to take her immediately to the convent, but that would have involved speaking to him.
She preferred to ignore him and seethe at her own foolishness. She cursed her companion silently more than once, for he seemed untroubled by her censure.
Then she told herself that ’twas only proof that he was not the man she thought him to be. Nay, an honorable man would have apologized for granting in
