Joan left Hugh's home, all teary eyed and hurt. But honestly, deep down she knew that it was her fault, entirely. But she wasn't going to admit that. No lady admitted her fault, so why should she? And after all even if he had spoken the truth, he had hurt her and likened her to a fool. So here Joan was, sitting on her bed, dabbing at her teary eyes, and eating cookies. She knew that she was being melodramatic, but she was HURT. All her life, she was always commented upon. She was called an 'aimless gossiping chit with a brainless head', and Lord Hugh had just gone and crowned all of that by calling her 'silly'. She was not going to forgive him, no matter what. At least not so easily. Lord Hugh's life had always been a turmoil. At every point in his life he had acted wisely, but

