“Yes,” she nodded. “I have a wonderful master. He sounds very gruff and he likes to dress in black, but he is so generous. Some of my masters did not want me to use my talents for other people, but Sir Guy allows me to be very independent. Of course, I do many things for him. Mostly I just help him with his household. But I get to do fun things for him to. I gave him a horse. I would like to teach him to drive, but I do not think he is quite ready for that yet.”
No, her master would not fair well in an automobile. Not yet. They would have to work up to that.
But she was not quite ready to let go of her own line of questioning. “Why would you think that he was not truly interested? Were there not other ways for him to get your notebook? He is a man, men are strong. He could have overpowered you. He could have tricked you another way. But he did not. He kissed you. Because deep down, he wanted to kiss you. Did you not want him to kiss you?”