“I daresay it’s not at all funny,” Marina cut in sharply, not missing his flicker of a smile, although she was mollified that he had seemingly agreed to the task, so moved on without further lecturing.
Like the devil’s child, she did not say. Instead, she clicked her tongue between her teeth. “A young lady. My niece. Twenty, and about yea high,” she gestured, disparagingly, a head above herself (not that the qualification disqualified many individuals), and continued instructing. “Light hair. Wearing a striped green frock. Went left out of Lytton’s, can’t have gotten far.”
Like the devil’s child, she did not say. Instead, she clicked her tongue between her teeth. “A young lady. My niece. Twenty, and about yea high,” she gestured, disparagingly, a head above herself (not that the qualification disqualified many individuals), and continued instructing. “Light hair. Wearing a striped green frock. Went left out of Lytton’s, can’t have gotten far.”