Louisa roused herself reluctantly. As she listened to the comfortable sound of the bed linen shifting about her, a sudden thought arrested her movement. “Do you hear that?” she whispered to her husband.
“What?”
“Hush!”
“But I heard nothing.”
“Exactly!” she murmured. “Caroline must be asleep. We don't want to wake her. You know what a handful she would be in such a state.”
“I have no objection to a handful in certain circumstances,” Hurst drawled, filling his hand in a way that pleased them both.
“In that case, neither can I have any objection,” Louisa breathed out while her utterings were still intelligible.
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