I hate maps.' 'Really?' She sounded stunned, and maybe just a little bit delighted by his admission. 'Why?' He told her the truth. 'I haven't the talent for reading them.' 'And you, a highwayman.' 'What has that to do with it?' 'Don't you need to know where you're going?' 'Not nearly so much as I need to know where I've been ... There are certain areas of the country - possibly all of Kent, to be honest - it is best that I avoid.' 'This is one of those moments,' she said, blinking several times in rapid succession, 'when I am not quite certain if you are being serious.' 'Oh, very much so,' he told her, almost cheerfully. 'Except perhaps for the bit about Kent ... I might have been understating.' 'Understating,' she echoed. 'There's a reason I avoid the South.' 'Good heavens.