I watched in amusement as Mr. Holmes ran a finger round his collar, perching stiffly on the edge of his seat.
"You will no doubt have deduced, I am not here to be observed, Mr. Holmes," I said amusedly.
He coloured, sitting back. "Then pray tell me what I can do for you, Miss Morstan. Watson is not –"
"I know. I am here to see you, Mr. Holmes."
"About what, pray?"
"About John."
I saw a trace of pain flit across his face before he erased it hastily – I had been right, then.
"Mr. Holmes, I do hope you will not cut all ties with John after we are married."
He looked at me quizzically.
"I promise you, I shan't ever stand in the way if the two of you wish to go traipsing about the city on those adventures," I said, smiling, "John is not the type to stay comfortably at home for extended periods of time, and I want you to know that I am fully prepared to relinquish my claim on him occasionally."
I saw relief flood the detective's suddenly unguarded face, and he stood with a small smile.
"Watson was right," said he, walking me to the door.
"About what?"
"You really are one of the most remarkable of women," he replied with a respectful bow.