If anyone all day had an appropriate reaction to all of this, it was Constance. Henry was sure of it. He wasn't sure he totally understood her. She demanded pardon from him? An apology? Well, yes, he absolutely did owe her an apology. He was sure by the end of the day, he would owe a great many apologies. Letters would be in order.

He shook his head and cleared his throat, obviously recentering himself from what had come over both of them.

He was getting mighty sick of all this.

Earnestly, he held her gaze and lifted his left hand, gesturing as best he could to his wedding ring. "Mr. Henry Winchester." Had she met the boys? Perhaps. That would probably make things only more confusing.