The Count was concentrating on setting the glasses down safely. ‘I guessed Cassandra might be wrong, and if that was the case, I was sure you would come for her, as indeed you did. If I had been wrong, well, I would have done my best to help her.’ He sketched a small bow, ‘I am entirely at your service, my friends, and you see what risks to life and limb I am prepared to run for you!’
There was a short silence while both Nicholas and Cassandra regarded the Count, then Nicholas laughed, hugging Cassandra against his side possessively. ‘It seems we must both thank you. Will you come to the wedding?’
The Count de Courcelles popped the cork and filled the glasses. ‘I shall expect to be nothing less than the best man. Your health!’ He raised his wine. ‘To the Earl and Countess of Lydford!’