It was a master stroke, and for an instant his brows drew together. Then he laughed.
"Merci du compliment, mademoiselle! I admire your wit."
"I protest I am overwhelmed. May I ask when we are like to arrive at our destination?"
"We should reach Andover soon after eight, my dear."
So it was some distance he was taking her?
"I suppose you had the wit to provide food for the journey?" she yawned. "You will not wish to exhibit me at an inn, I take it?"
He marvelled at her indomitable courage
"We shall halt at an inn certainly, and my servant will bring you refreshment. That will be in about an hour."
"So long?" she frowned. "Then, pray excuse me an I compose myself to sleep a little. I am like to find the journey somewhat tedious, I fear."
She shifted farther into the corner, leaned her head back against the cushions and closed her eyes.