"But you have other work to do, that takes you away from your lady's side."
He drew a sharp breath.
"Aye," he answered more sternly. "Pray God I may not forget."
"Forget?"
"That of which you reminded me yourself, my lady."
She flushed a little over the two last words.
"Your other work?"
"The honour of Berrington."
Her little foot tapped the gravel path impatiently.
"Must honour ever come first?"