She cut him short.

“I am not in the mood for compliments, sir. Nor am I desirous of making or hearing clever speeches. You are worrying me.”

Richard sat down, intrigued and attracted by this downright little woman.

“I, madam?”

“You, sir. That is, your face worries me.” Seeing his surprise, she laughed, fanning herself. “ ’Tis comely enough, I grant you! I mean there is such a strong likeness to⁠—a friend of mine.”

Richard smiled politely and relieved her of the fan.

“Indeed, madam?”