“One does tire of the same old exchanges,” Marina said briskly, brushing off the fact he was a MacFusty (she did not know as much about them as some, but it explained the ungodly tallness and the accent both). She could forgive who he was for how much use he had been to her (she was also conveniently ignoring the fact that neither she nor her husband were atop anyone’s list of high-society-friends-to-make anymore, and thus couldn’t be picky when making acquaintances at all).
“I expect you’ll forgive me for not curtsying to you, Mr. MacFusty,” she added, her tone stern but her tongue visibly in her cheek; she was out of breath enough from the prowling after her charge without stopping to be faultless in manner. “I imagine if we meet again it will be just as interesting,” she said vaguely, “but I am afraid I must bid you my thanks and good-day, sir. I have a niece to corral.”
Merlin help her if Tryphena ran off with a tramp in the middle of Diagon Alley.
“I expect you’ll forgive me for not curtsying to you, Mr. MacFusty,” she added, her tone stern but her tongue visibly in her cheek; she was out of breath enough from the prowling after her charge without stopping to be faultless in manner. “I imagine if we meet again it will be just as interesting,” she said vaguely, “but I am afraid I must bid you my thanks and good-day, sir. I have a niece to corral.”
Merlin help her if Tryphena ran off with a tramp in the middle of Diagon Alley.
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