"If some poor sap doesn't marry you, I will," Charles joked as he took another sip of his tea. Of course, he was joking. He'd known her all of two weeks and she was - for all intents and purposes - much too young. If marriage was a legitimate consideration, he'd have to wait until she had left school. There were many reasons for that but the most prominent in his mind rested in the fact that she needed her education. He could see it as clear as day that her education was paramount to her being. He wouldn't take that from her.
"And my owl certainly likes you. Not me, though, it hates me," Charles paused for a moment and then looked around with a confused expression.
Turning his gaze back to Emmeline, Charles spoke; "Which is actually a fair point. Where is your owl? In our exchanges, it's always my owl sending me a letter. Never yours."
"And my owl certainly likes you. Not me, though, it hates me," Charles paused for a moment and then looked around with a confused expression.
Turning his gaze back to Emmeline, Charles spoke; "Which is actually a fair point. Where is your owl? In our exchanges, it's always my owl sending me a letter. Never yours."