"Take care of her? Young Miss, I don't —"
"I know you like my sister," Rosalind gave a gentle smile.
"Did she—"
Rosalind shook her head, the same smile plastered on her face. "She has not mentioned anything but I can see it in her eyes, Sir Jeames. I know my sister likes you too."
"You—"
"So, please— take care of her," Rosalind said. "And I really would appreciate it if you did not tell anyone about this conversation. I do not want to explain how you got inside my house," Rosalind added.
"I— I apologize for what happened. I just—"
"It's alright, Sir Jeames. I understand your worries."
With that, Jeames left her house. While Rosalind could not read minds, she knew that the man had become more optimistic. She had already given him the knife, was it going to be her fault if he used the blade to stab someone? Clearly, not.
Some might argue that it was Rosalind who pushed Jeames to pursue her sister but she did not influence her sister to accept Jeames.
