She loved him. Alas, she had not told him, a fact which made her twist with guilt as he was unstinting in his own declarations of love to her. He told her he loved her first thing in the morning when he brought her tea in bed. He told her he loved her when she brought him biscuits at the desk in his study while he worked and when they strolled together in the afternoon. She reckoned that he expressed his love to her no less than twenty times a day. And yet, she had not yet told him she loved him. But she would. Today.
