"Oh, I'm not taking offence," She replied quietly, fingering her rosary beads again. "It's a noble thing for you to do. I applaud you, sir. But I am under no illusions of my place. I am a charge, no more. My right to anything more disappeared when they executed my husband." She trembled a little, clutching the crucifix on the end of her beads. "I shall take dinner in my room tonight. I don't want to be a nuisence or a burden."