With his head turning to look down at her, Charles planted a soft kiss on her forehead and moved his arm to rest over her shoulder; his fingers entwined with hers, resting over her chest. He knew this wasn’t something they could do if they weren’t courting – though the fog had made visibility bad enough that he didn’t particularly care. He wasn’t worried they were going to be seen.
“Of course not, but I suppose I have to. Letters will be fine and it will just make your visits during your weekends much sweeter. And at any rate, it will only be for a year – less so even – I think we’ll manage,” Charles said confidently.
Despite her evident worries and his own concerns, he was certain they would pull through and their absence from one another would only bring them closer together. He wondered on asking her to just not go back to school for a moment though quickly shook the thought from his head. He was not about to jeopardise her future because he wanted to spend his time with her.
“The question is, will you survive, Miss Woodcroft?”
“Of course not, but I suppose I have to. Letters will be fine and it will just make your visits during your weekends much sweeter. And at any rate, it will only be for a year – less so even – I think we’ll manage,” Charles said confidently.
Despite her evident worries and his own concerns, he was certain they would pull through and their absence from one another would only bring them closer together. He wondered on asking her to just not go back to school for a moment though quickly shook the thought from his head. He was not about to jeopardise her future because he wanted to spend his time with her.
“The question is, will you survive, Miss Woodcroft?”