"I have not read much about you. But I daresay it will be good." Nothing written about Marius could be bad, could it?

She sighed rather happily, not situated comfortably in his arms. Never in any life had she been so close to anyone, not even Azelma, though the two of them had often huddled together for warmth in the winter. She looked up as he sighed.

"Something wrong?" she grinned mischievously. "Have you thought of something bad that may be written about you?