"His sort!" the Earl inflected. "In family, mean you, or in looks?"
"In manners, mainly."
The Earl shrugged his shoulders. "French training," he drawled. "There never was one came from that Court but caught you all with his bow and talk."
"Perchance, my lord, it has never occurred to you that, save in him she wed, a woman cares only for a man's manners and his speech."
"And what does she care for in him she weds?"
"Ask her whom you wed."
"And what, think you, will the bride of this De Lacy find in him beneath his bow and speech?"
She turned and looked him in the eyes.
"An English gentleman—a trusty Knight," she answered.
He laughed—and now his air was light and merry.