"Merlin, I hope so," he admitted, shaking his head. "You'd think one marriage would be enough for her, but no, apparently it's not."
Leading her from the room, he took her the long way around to the stables - bypassing the gentlemen's parlor where the old codgers would insist he come in for a bit of brandy.
The corridors were dimly lit this way, though kept free of dust and dirt, and he ignored the comments of the portraits of long-dead ancestors as they walked by. Apparently Great Grandmother Gertrude wished to be introduced.
Stepping into the night air, he looked over at her. "Will you be all right? It's chilly tonight."