His friendly, easy countenance had turned cold and Isla was horrified with the idea that she had offended him somehow.
"Perhaps, I could write to you, Lord Darlington," she suggested hastily. She knew that the post office had ways of sending letters to the Muggle world and surely letters would be an innocent way of keeping him in her life. "Or, if you are not engaged tomorrow morning, perhaps we might take your horses for a ride. Before I leave London, that is." Oh, she should have just curtsied and said good-bye. Now, she was quite possibly going to need to sneak out to meet him again.