“Would you require looking after?” “No, but…perchance I would be lonely.” “Is that what you’re afraid of?” “I’m not afraid. I’m attempting to be realistic. Even the best husband cannot be with his wife always. She must necessarily take charge of her own sphere—the household, entertaining, appearing at society events and…and…” James’s fingers closed around hers, holding her hand safe in his. His voice deepened. “If you were mine, you would be my first and best concern. I would in all things endeavor to make you happy.”
