“You’re right. Lord Hartwood’s actions were honorable and clearly rooted in a deep love for you.” He sighed, then took a step back and sat on the chair behind him. “I was wrong, and I am truly sorry for that.”
“Wrong?” she asked, her heart racing now.
“About your… friendship with Lord Hartwood. I thought it couldn’t really be love, that he had hurt you once and—”
“I told you that was a misunderstanding,” she urged.
“I know. And I was wrong to think otherwise. You are very obviously dear to him.”
“So, you’ll let us—”
“Marry? Yes. If he is still willing, and assuming everyone is happy, then of course I will. I could not refuse, not after what he has done for all of us today.”