"It is also a fact that she is waiting," flashed Susannah.
"And one that perchance outweighs those others." The Earl spoke in a softer voice. "On my soul I have not thought of it in such a fashion."
"You are too fickle."
"I have told you what I am, like the rest or any other."
Miss Chressham turned her eyes away.
"Not quite like any other, Rose, in so far that you will go to Bristol."
"Ah, my dear, this is not the age of chivalry."
"Still, you will go to Bristol?"
She put out her hand, caught hold of the mantelshelf, and turning, faced him.
"These are not things to speak of, it is getting late; I have to dress."