That sort of conversation would need to be curbed, but really, Catherine was too ashamed of her own negligence to mind it. A little colour appeared on her pale cheeks. It had never once occurred to her that the girl had no transport to the estate. Only a coal cart - Heaven forbid! - had prevented her from walking all of what had to be at least a twenty-five minute walk. "I shall ask Jared to drive you back into town when he comes up to the house," she quickly offered.