“Your affection for Lord Trenear is impossible to miss.” Kathleen’s smile faltered. “Oh, it’s not affection, it’s only . . . well, my concern for the family, and the estate, and . . . I couldn’t become . . . fond . . . of a man when I’m still in mourning. That would be very wrong indeed.” “My lady . . .” Dr. Weeks contemplated her for a long moment, his eyes weary and kind. “I know many scientific facts about the human heart—not the least of which is that it’s far easier to make a heart stop beating entirely than to keep it from loving the wrong person.”
