“You mistake me,” said Zacharias. He fixed an unseeing gaze on the teacups on the table, his pulse beating high in his throat. “I said that I fulfilled all the conditions you specified. If—if profound attachment is what you require in a suitor, you should have no cause to complain of me.” Prunella turned and fixed Zacharias with an intent gaze. “Zacharias,” she said, “do you mean to say you offered because you are in love with me?”
