" He clutched at my fingers--a spasm, perhaps, for the touch relaxed almost instantly. 'Jane.'

'My lord.'

He smiled faintly, a curving of the lips; but the face was so haggard, and beaded with sweat. 'You cry, dear? Waste. Should've married you years ago. "

― Stephanie Barron , Jane and the Ghosts of Netley (Jane Austen Mysteries, #7)