"A Master who knows his Rousseau. Thank you, Dale."
She wasn't sure if she was thanking him for knowing Rousseau, for driving her home or for rescuing her from the two thugs, but it didn't matter. A lady always offered her thanks for a kindness, and so far he'd been nothing but kind.
It just showed the depths of her capricious mood that she yearned for the part of him she'd seen earlier in the evening--when he'd been far less kind.