Control? Charlotte's smile widened. She loved the idea of being in control. With Sir George, she had always been in control, really, but it was a tiresome inconvenience to have to pretend that he was the driving force behind their relationship.

"Are you not used to this?" she asked curiously. "It is not like a man to let a woman lead. Unless -" she shot him a look. "You ain't a Molly, are you? Because I don't think it'll work if you are."