"So your middle name is Heloise," he said. "Yes, after the medieval French nun. My father loved her writings. In fact, it occurs to me...Heloise was renowned for the love letters she exchanged with Abelard." Beatrix's expression brightened. "I've rather lived up to my namesake, haven't I?" "Since Abelard was eventually castrated by Heloise's family, I'm not especially fond of the comparison." Beatrix grinned. "You have nothing to worry about."