When he was on the other side of the bridge over the lake, the Marquis reined in his horse and waited for Carmella to catch up with him.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
“I have never been so happy!” she replied.
The Marquis looked at her as if he thought that she was exaggerating her feelings just to impress him, but once again she was talking to Flycatcher and the horse was listening to her, twitching his ears as he did so.
“Come along,” the Marquis said. “I think we should gallop some of the devil out of them and sweep away the cobwebs in our own brains at the same time.”
Carmella wanted to say that, as far as she was concerned, she had no cobwebs.
Then she remembered how worried and anxious she was and thought that, in fact, was more insidious and very much harder to get rid of tha
