[ Odd look, that. Odd set of movements, as though he's come to some sort of conclusion.
Well, perhaps he decided to gather himself and go to bed: see him seem to be collecting himself? It wouldn't be the worst idea just now, for her to help him to bed. It's late, and he's mangled.
Poor creature.
Katrina entertains another blistering stab of guilt - but that ebbs. But it vanishes like smoke when he speaks, words scattered in between finishing off his wine.
Does he...
Certainly, he can't think she's illiterate? Is that what he's insinuating?
Oh, he's made no secret of his disdain for the country, for its simple folk and, yes, livestock - and truly, there are a number of farmers in the county who can't read. But she comes from wealth, and was raised for just this - ha - sort of upward marriage. Of course she can read.
She has a library. He...hasn't he seen it?
Her consternation clear, her hand resting still against him for lack of better purpose, she glances at her book - and then back at him. ]
Yes. If you like.
[ I know how, she almost adds. But surely, it goes without saying. But surely, such insistence would be desperate, would be petulant? ]
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Well, perhaps he decided to gather himself and go to bed: see him seem to be collecting himself? It wouldn't be the worst idea just now, for her to help him to bed. It's late, and he's mangled.
Poor creature.
Katrina entertains another blistering stab of guilt - but that ebbs. But it vanishes like smoke when he speaks, words scattered in between finishing off his wine.
Does he...
Certainly, he can't think she's illiterate? Is that what he's insinuating?
Oh, he's made no secret of his disdain for the country, for its simple folk and, yes, livestock - and truly, there are a number of farmers in the county who can't read. But she comes from wealth, and was raised for just this - ha - sort of upward marriage. Of course she can read.
She has a library. He...hasn't he seen it?
Her consternation clear, her hand resting still against him for lack of better purpose, she glances at her book - and then back at him. ]
Yes. If you like.
[ I know how, she almost adds. But surely, it goes without saying. But surely, such insistence would be desperate, would be petulant? ]
I thought you might let me entertain you so.