'Louisa?' I tapped tentatively at the door. 

 'Go away.' I went in.

 'Look, Louisa, I'm really sorry. You were right. Not about looking like a fool, but about me. I did cross the line into flirting a bit, I realise that now. Can you forgive me?'

 'No.'

 'Oh please, Louisa! Perhaps you haven't noticed, but I'm feeling rather insecure at the moment. I was just trying to, well, reaffirm myself, if you know what I mean?'

 She raised a tear stained face to stare at me. 'You are feeling insecure?'

 'Does that surprise you so much?'

 'Yes! You're newly married to a rich, titled and handsome man. Which I wouldn't say to his face but it's true. What can you p...

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