“And now we are alone. Be careful, husband, or you shall set tongues to wagging. The mother of your future wife won’t care for the appearance that we remain . . . sympathetic.” “I don’t care what they think.” For a moment, she believed him. But she knew better. It was a pretty lie, but a lie just the same. She faced it with all the strength she could muster. “Nonsense. You’ve always cared what the world thinks.”
