"Not in the way you intend for them to earn it." She replied sharply then remembered in whose presence she was. Comporting herself properly, she asked "Do you honestly believe they'd be content accepting money from you after you've taken their daughter away from them?" Her mother would be devastated. She might just about die. "For permitting me to remain…"
"Permit? They permitted nothing, dear Guinevere. I commanded it." His smile was gone for a moment. Then, "Am I to believe that Carlisle does not provide them with financial assistance?"
"My sister is Lord Carlisle's wife!" She cried. She was his hostage.
He paused, his expression pensive. "Hmm, I understand."
What did he understand? What was he thinking about? "Do not ask for any check to be sent to them. Send nothing. If you are so eager to send something, send me back."
