"Ah, and yet you are a peer of these people you are about to send her to and did not recognize her illness for what it was for many months now," she snapped at him. "But yes, blame it all solely on her. How can she trust you with the truth if you don't listen to her when she tells it? I may be one of those 'well educated' ladies you just spoke of, but at least I know when not to yell at somebody when there is clearly something wrong. Frankly, brother, you have become somebody I barely know anymore." She then turned on her heel to start for the kitchen, then paused, shaking her head.

"I'm going to make some soup, I got a recipe that will help I hope. I'm taking a page out of her book and teaching myself things I should know instead of the waltz, don't you think? Also, perhaps you should tell that man who offered for her hand you intend to have her locked away for a time." And that was her cool dismissal. Mind you, he had a chance to speak if he wanted, she had decided that she'd had enough of the nonsense and wasn't about to take it. Him following her would see to him witnessing her angrily setting things up.