She wouldn't be Miss Farley for long, Clem wanted to point out, but uncharacteristically held her tongue. Not for her brother's sake, of course, but for her own: that one of her schoolmates was very soon to be lady of the damned house was, frankly, horrifying.

That said, she might have been impressed, if she was not still convinced her brother had ulterior motives. That was, perhaps, more of a testament to Fortitude's casual negligence, though, than to the impressiveness of the gesture.

"I am not easily impressed," she pointed out, "though your bride to be may well be."

After all, Miss Farley had allowed herself to get trapped into marriage—or worse, may even have sought it out. The older witch had never been an intellectual even in comparison to Clementine, but still, that had been a surprise.