[ that's all her imagination, pure and simple. Just stare into his eyes. Was this a face that would tell a lie?

But he leaned down and take her hand in his, caressing a knuckle gently as he spoke (assuming he could grasp her hand at all, that is) ]

You shouldn't worry, Miss Charlotte. You're as pretty as the day we first met, but if you happen to feel a bit under the weather... [ but then he glanced down at her waist, creasing his brow ever so slightly before raising his gaze. If he's implying she may have lost weight, it's all in her imagination. A gentleman would never comment. ]