““I know. Of course I know that. It is just that the calamities do seem to be piling up,” I said, shivering a little as a goose walked over my grave. Brisbane pinned me with a look. “You said once you would follow me to the ends of the earth in a white petticoat to be my wife, if that is what it took.” I pursed my lips. “You were not supposed to hear that. You were unconscious.” “Did you mean it?” I held that striking black gaze with my own. “You must know I did.” “That is why I know you will be there tomorrow, whatever calamities may come. As I will be.” I looked down at the soaked, sooty gown. “I may have to wear a white petticoat, if it comes to it.” Brisbane gave me a slow smile. “I wish you would. The sooner I can get you into just your petticoat—” “Ah, Brisbane! Good of you to come, my lad,” Father said, rousing himself from his reverie. “Did you hear, we nearly lost poor old Crab.””
