“Give me your hand, Hermia,” he ordered.
Obediently she did so.
As his fingers closed over hers, he said,
“Words are very inadequate to thank anybody for saving one’s life and I am just wondering how best I can express what I feel.”
Because there was a deep note in his voice that Hermia had not heard before, she felt a strange feeling she did not understand and her eyelashes flickered as she replied,
“Please – it would only make me very embarrassed and really it is Mama you should thank for using her herbs and honey on you so cleverly that in – a day or two you will be as good as new.”
Once again, because the Marquis was making her feel so shy, she was trying not to sound serious.
His hand tightened on hers and then he released her.
“Now,” he said in a different tone, “tell me what
