"What do you mean, the way you acted?"
"Crying like that," Barbara said with some hesitation. "Making an— absolute idiot of myself. When that other car—tried to get us."
"Don't worry about it," Malone said. "It was nothing."
"I just—made trouble for you," Barbara said.
Her Majesty touched the girl on the shoulder. "He's not thinking about the trouble you cause him," she said quietly.
"Of course I'm not," Malone told her. "But I—"
"My dear girl," Her Majesty said, "I believe that Sir Kenneth is, at least partly, in love with you."
Malone blinked. It was perfectly true—even if he hadn't quite known it himself until now. Telepaths, he was discovering, were occasionally handy things to have around.
"In… love…." Barbara said.
"And you, my dear—" Her Majesty began.