George's scowl became more pronounced when he heard a sadly familiar voice and he turned to look at her. She had given him a good number of headaches. He had never been able to understand why she wanted to be a nun, when it was so obvious that it did not suit her in any way. She might be able to take a vow of poverty, but she certainly did not behave with the humility that came with a simple life, and probably that had irritated him the most about her. And as she had just proven, she was rude beyond measure. She certainly wouldn't be able to vow obedience, for she was one of the most stubborn women he knew. And as for the vow of chastity... Well... His eyes landed on her belly and his scowl turned into a self-congratulatory smile.

"Miss Calamity, congratulations on your new vocation. Or: of course I should say 'Mrs....'?" He was only faking ignorance in that regard. He had been informed on the tasks that Richards had left him and had seen that Miss Calamity was still to be married. And he rejoiced in being proven right about her.