03-20-2022, 10:51 AM
Ruth would have enjoyed hearing all of those. And would have put them in good use in due time. One could tell by her smile, while she waited for an answer. She wasn’t going to be easily impressed… but then, again, was she ever?
“Wonderful, a country gentleman with a large estate he has definitely fully entrusted to you and a reputation that will not do anything but elevate you, I am sure.” She said that in a really sweet tone of voice, with a giant smile that took half of her face “I am glad you want to inform me that you are going to make quite a bit of extra money. Twice now.” She rested her elbow on the side of the carriage, while her fingers still stuck to the side of her face, making her even more pensive. She had only said very nice things indeed.
At the mentions of her nieces and nephews, Ruth looked a little less ironic, but it didn’t last long.
Ruth made a gesture with one of her hands an answered “Well, I haven’t met the woman, I really cannot judge her for herself, but I like Kitty. She is a good woman. And we are fairly close in age. And you know that.” In fact *maybe* Ruth was actually older than Kitty, but she wasn’t going to point that out “And indeed, she sounds like an excellent prospect for any aspiring husband with goals that align with hers.” Which he wasn’t and they both knew “We shall see. I am dying to meet her.” she dropped delicately, with a singsongy voice.
“Swimmingly,” she repeated. The prospect of Zechariah with a proper bride was so absurd she was eating the idea up. There had to be some chaos to distract her there. Also, if HE make another scandal, their family could be too distracted to pay attention to HER scandal hit them.
She gave up on fighting for the honour of the skirt and just said “While I am here, where do you think I could find a bicycle?”
She was maybe letting that go. There were juicer things to think about. Maybe. Just maybe.
“You’re an expert, right?”
“Sung by countless poets for its dark beauty. But I imagine not everyone knows,” *everyone* “Oh, that you’d know, right? The hills. I am impressed you remember so vividly. When was the last time you were there… at all?” And then came a more precise question. Ruth chewed slightly on her lips “I needed a vacation.” Very believable. “And the sea is an obvious choice for a mermaid.” She put both her hands on her sides.
“Wonderful, a country gentleman with a large estate he has definitely fully entrusted to you and a reputation that will not do anything but elevate you, I am sure.” She said that in a really sweet tone of voice, with a giant smile that took half of her face “I am glad you want to inform me that you are going to make quite a bit of extra money. Twice now.” She rested her elbow on the side of the carriage, while her fingers still stuck to the side of her face, making her even more pensive. She had only said very nice things indeed.
At the mentions of her nieces and nephews, Ruth looked a little less ironic, but it didn’t last long.
Ruth made a gesture with one of her hands an answered “Well, I haven’t met the woman, I really cannot judge her for herself, but I like Kitty. She is a good woman. And we are fairly close in age. And you know that.” In fact *maybe* Ruth was actually older than Kitty, but she wasn’t going to point that out “And indeed, she sounds like an excellent prospect for any aspiring husband with goals that align with hers.” Which he wasn’t and they both knew “We shall see. I am dying to meet her.” she dropped delicately, with a singsongy voice.
“Swimmingly,” she repeated. The prospect of Zechariah with a proper bride was so absurd she was eating the idea up. There had to be some chaos to distract her there. Also, if HE make another scandal, their family could be too distracted to pay attention to HER scandal hit them.
She gave up on fighting for the honour of the skirt and just said “While I am here, where do you think I could find a bicycle?”
She was maybe letting that go. There were juicer things to think about. Maybe. Just maybe.
“You’re an expert, right?”
“Sung by countless poets for its dark beauty. But I imagine not everyone knows,” *everyone* “Oh, that you’d know, right? The hills. I am impressed you remember so vividly. When was the last time you were there… at all?” And then came a more precise question. Ruth chewed slightly on her lips “I needed a vacation.” Very believable. “And the sea is an obvious choice for a mermaid.” She put both her hands on her sides.
