She looked away with a flinch, then said ever so softly, "I know it's unthinkable to ye and others, but ye don't understand how lonely I've been without Harold... And I tried to be slow, Pony, I did, but Fred understands because he is a widower and knows how it feels to lose the one ye love. He hasn't pushed me to feel anything, it's not his character ye should worry about but mine. And I don't know if I love the man yet... Hell, I feel guilty enjoyin' his company! Either I worried about what ye would think because it does matter what ye think, or I wonder about how Harold would have felt knowing I enjoy his company. And no, nothin' bad happened, before ye even get that tought in yer head. He's been a gentleman. Ye'll see that."