She accepts the kiss willingly, a little sorry that her mouth tastes too foul for intercepting and extending it further, and more sorry that their idyll has been interrupted so thoroughly. But the day calls, and they can no longer postpone answering.

And she is cold. So she cleans up as needed, dresses herself quickly and warmly, shivering. She checks in with the housekeeper to ensure they have missed nothing of import, and with that reassurance that there is nothing pressing requiring attention she makes her way to the sun room. By that time, at least she is actually hungry, and smiles happily when she sees him waiting for her as promised.