QUOTE : What kind of a man is he,” McKenna interrupted, “that he makes no objection when he sees you being escorted through the village by someone like me?”<br /><br />“A trusting one. Lord Sandridge and I have a certain understanding—we allow each other as much freedom as is needed. It’s a very enlightened arrangement.”<br /><br />“Enlightened,” he repeated with ill-concealed contempt. “Sandridge is a fool. And if I were in his place, you wouldn’t even be here.”<br /><br />“Where would I be, then?” she asked pertly. “At home, I suppose, mending your shirt cuffs?”<br /><br />“No, in my bed. Under me.