“Eat quickly, Tessa, before he changes his mind about the carriage,” Will advised her, but Tessa shook her head. “I’m not hungry.” “At least have tea.” Will poured it out for her, and ladled milk and sugar into it; it was much sweeter than Tessa would have liked, but it was so rare that Will made a kind gesture like that—even if it was just to hurry her along—that she drank it down anyway, and managed a few bites of toast.
