" Beth pulled herself away from Ian and walked forward, sticking out her hand. “I’m very well, thank you so much for inquiring. The journey was tiring but uneventful, no problems on the lines, and no Fenian bombs at any of the stations.”
Hart shot Ian a scowl.
“She is fond of jokes,” Ian said.
“Is she?” Hart answered, his voice cool.
“I am also fond of chocolate, and of raspberry fool.” Beth curled her ignored hand at her side. “At the moment I’d be fond of a cool drink of water and a soft bed.”
Hart spoke directly to her for a change. “I don’t recall sending for you, Mrs. Ackerley. You’d even now be reclining on a soft bed if you’d gone upstairs with the maid.”
Beth’s heart hammered. “The only person I ever allowed to send for me, Your Grace, was Mrs. Barrington, and that was because she paid me wages.”
Hart’s brows drew fiercely together, and Ian said, “Leave her be, Hart. "

― Jennifer Ashley , The Madness of Lord Ian Mackenzie (Mackenzies & McBrides, #1)