“I did. And I found that she was in love with him as well as he with her⁠—of course.”

“Of course?”

“Who could help falling in love with him? He’s so monstrous captivating, I would like to marry him myself.”

She bent her head to hide the roguish smile that had sprung to her lips.

“I beg your pardon?” asked O’Hara, startled.

My lady traced patterns on his knee.

“Provided, of course, that I had not already married you, Miles.”

But O’Hara had seen the smile. He heaved a great sigh, and said in lugubrious tones:

“There is always the river, madam.”