The first thing he said sounded vaguely like an accusation, and Henrietta bit her lower lip. She wasn't sure if she wanted to defend herself or not. She thought she might cry, but it was strange — it wasn't that she felt she might cry, only that this seemed like the sort of situation in which a girl in her position would cry. Maybe if she were a better actress, she might have; there were girls at the Pendergast School who could make themselves cry on command, but Henri wasn't one of them.
Then he smiled, and Henrietta felt both baffled and relieved. She hadn't expected him to be in such good humor, after they'd nearly died and then she'd smacked him across the face. He was a strange person, but... in a good way.
And she probably should have said something, but by the time she'd collected herself enough to remember that she should, he was already walking away.
Then he smiled, and Henrietta felt both baffled and relieved. She hadn't expected him to be in such good humor, after they'd nearly died and then she'd smacked him across the face. He was a strange person, but... in a good way.
And she probably should have said something, but by the time she'd collected herself enough to remember that she should, he was already walking away.
