The lord tamed the horse and it slowed down. "I thought hurry would be in order to make it back before nightfall. But it might be possible to find an empty room in the mansion your friend mentioned," Thomas said. Strangely he still considered the Irishman as Edith's friend and not theirs. Mitchell had made it sound as the two huge buildings were hotels for the stranded. It might be possible for them to stay the night.
"You." The answer came quickly. It was spoken from the heart and surprised even Thomas. "We should see if there is an artist we can commission for a portrait. You are the lady of the house now. Not that woman." He squeezed her thigh in a loving gesture.