““Elizabeth,” he whispered lovingly. “Hmm?” was the muffled reply. “I should wish to remain all day as we are, but there is something I must tell you.” “What is that?” she lifted her mouth from his to nuzzle his cheek. “Your hands are cold. And so is your nose.” She drew back with a start, removing her hands from his face and stammering an apology. He laughed easily. “I was not concerned for my own comfort! You, however, must get back home before you take a chill.” “And before I offend my uncle!” “Yes, that too.””
