The temptation to steal away and spend another afternoon in his company was very great. What harm would another such afternoon do? She was already more fond of that she should be, so it did not matter if she became more attached, did it?
"You are very kind, but I fear I will be leaving London and I am not likely to return any time soon," she said, frowning. She hated the idea of never seen him again, and already knew that her daydreams would be filled with his dark hair and beautiful smile. "I shall always think of you as my friend, though. I have never known kindness like you have shown me today." With regret, she looked up and realised that they were approaching the Leaky Cauldron. "Here is my destination." Now, faced with the certainty of never seeing him again, she felt quite distraught. "We must part way, at last, my Lord."