Thomas nodded. Indeed they could make it back but the weather had to stay unchanged and the carriage not get stuck - the roads were sometimes not even identifiable as such. But like Edith, Thomas was not opposed to a spending the night in a foreign bed.
"The spot has traditionally belonged to the ladies of the house. It is meant for you," he retorted. Thomas would rather be reminded of his wife's beauty than his own face. Edith was his pride now. His soul. His heart. There was nothing in this house without her.