“I think he might feel guilty because of the other thing he said while he was here, Arthur.” Arthur sighed, and Felicity looked to Pru, who looked like the cat that got the cream. “What was it?” “How did he put it?” Pru asked with a smile that gave Felicity the keen sense that her sister-in-law had committed whatever Devil had said to memory. “Ah. Yes. He loves you.”
