What are you thinking? she asks.
It’s not as entertaining for me as an awkward conversation, but I imagine you prefer it. Lady Danbury pressed her lips together and glanced about the room. I suppose I shall have to find someone else to entertain me now. It’s quite a delicate balance, you know, finding awkwardness without stupidity. She thumped her cane on the carpet, hmmphed, and departed.Sarah turned to Lord Hugh. She’s mad.
I might point out that you recently said the same thing to me.Sarah was sure there were a thousand different responses to that, but she managed to think of precisely none of them before Iris suddenly appeared. Sarah clenched her teeth. She was still very annoyed with her.I found her, Iris announced, her face still grim with latent determination. We are saved.
Sarah could not find enough charity within herself to say something bright and congratulatory. She did, however, nod.Iris gave her a queer look, punctuated with a tiny shrug.
Lord Hugh, Sarah said, with perhaps a bit more emphasis than was strictly necessary, may I present my cousin, Miss Smythe-Smith? Formerly Miss Iris Smythe-Smith, she added, for no reason other than her own sense of annoyance. Her elder sister was recently wed.
Iris started, clearly only just realizing that he’d been standing next to her cousin. This did not surprise Sarah; when Iris had her mind set on something she rarely noticed anything she deemed irrelevant.Madeline: Thank you anyway.
Olly: are you sure you’re OK?Madeline: Please don’t ask me that anymore.
Madeline: Don’t be.Olly: it’s nice being able to IM you again