‘What an impertinent girl you are.’ He spoke quite pleasantly. ‘No, I am not married. When do you intend to visit your aunt again?’
A neat snub, if ever there was one. ‘I’ll drive over after breakfast. When do you return to Holland?’
‘Wishful thinking?’ he enquired. ‘When your aunt is recovered.’
Jenny shifted in her seat, uncomfortably aware that she hadn’t expressed nearly enough gratitude. ‘Oh no…well, I’d like to thank you for what you’ve done for Aunt Bess. I know you saved her life and I’m deeply grateful—I hope it hasn’t spoilt your holiday here.’
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